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Nothing ever happens, thought Adam. Nothing happens at all...

Stupid old song. They'd played it on the radio, and now it was stuck on repeat in his head. But maybe it was because the words of the stupid old song chimed with the way he felt about this stupid old town.

This place was like the international centre of nothing happening, when you thought about it. Totally. If there was a Guinness World Record for boring, it would win hands down.

Just another little commuter town, near enough to the city for the nine-to-fivers, far enough away to be a real pain in the arse if you wanted to get to somewhere good for a night out.

As for round here, well... boring pubs full of the same boring people you'd gone to school with, all turning slowly into their mums and dads.

Christ, it was dull.



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