Bara Cailín 2: 10 ‘Each and every twitten’

Steeling himself for the task, Mac set out the next morning.

Armed with an umbrella and his politest manner.

Mac walked the crowded streets. Jostled and bothered. Elderly but intent. Miles every day. Following crowds. Peeling back sleeping bags.

Every laneway. And alley.

Each and every twitten.

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