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there’s a security guard, who stands on the corner of my street outside the Catholic girls’ high school. i’ve only just noticed him this week, but he is there from around 8am to 4pm, just standing there. something he strolls a little way up the street, sometimes he puts sunglasses on – oh, he just went away for a moment and came back with a jacket on – but mostly he just stands there looking slightly embarrassed and as though he’s waiting for a date that hasn’t shown up. i wonder what’s happened that has required his employment. and i also wonder how he can stand up for that long without getting tired.

and then, sometimes, i wonder whether i’ve been sitting at this desk too long.