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if the roof is on fire it’s an electrical fault

I’m sitting in a beachside bar with Sputnik. The beer is cold, cheap, and plentiful. The sun is high and hot, waves lap against eroded coral, a cool breeze floats off the Gulf of Thailand. It’s all good. We’ve indulged … Continue reading

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