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He had been handsome once, but now his hair was greying and unkempt, his face reddened by the elements or drink or some combination of the two. Still there was a twinkle, a lively curiosity in the dark eyes. ‘Hello, little one.’ His voice was roughened, gravelly, but his smile was wide as he watchedContinue reading “Margaret Atwood and The Man On The Bus”