Coffee, red wine and brocoli (raw, in a little tuperware tub), paint, an image appearing, running low on flake white, St Bartholemew's looming over recovering junkies out the window. French rap, the smell of turps and a discarded cork.
Two visiting brunettes, beans on toast and an impassioned debate on temparance, a little more red wine, some carrots...
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