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Published: January 25th 2007
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Knocking, knocking …. Why won’t it stop?? I woke up with beer still swimming in my head. The room had packed bags arranged on the floor. The shelves were bare, and the walls void of any decorations. There was a Chinese guy knocking at my door; Jet. It was the day I was leaving Caledonian Court in Glasgow for good, and it was the day I was going to Shanghai, China with Jet…. It was also the d...
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