[Another Monday. Another fiction post. The next installment of Hate Inc. Part i here.]
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“What do they mean we can’t say ‘N——’?”
Trew, one of my new classmates – no, ‘apprentice’. We’re learning a trade at The Cleft— was railing about the proscription against the use of the word, his favourite word, if you go by the number of times he drops it. That, and any variation of ‘fuck’. Fuck, fucking, fucker, fucked, we’re fucked. Continue reading