Smoking in mum’s garden, I overheard a conversation as two men walked past.
“He’s been in the paper, and now he’s fucking lots of women.”
“I bet he is.”
“I’m so proud of him”
There was a pause. The second man spoke again.
“Of course you’re proud. You should be. We’ve wasted our lives, and so now we look at him. Good for him. And good for you.”
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