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Michael CraigEveryone’s dead, thank God.Stood over the scorched streets, Mr Franklin Kitt, a small time radio producer, is about to kill himself.Jun 1, 2016Jun 1, 2016
Michael CraigI don’t own a typewriter.I don’t have the typewriter, I haven’t met you, and I’m not sure I’ll ever have the words.Nov 5, 2015Nov 5, 2015