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From one of my favourite books ZigZag Street by Nick Earls.

A local Brisbane author who accurately portrays not only the 20-something male, but also provides an exact replica (down to the restaurants!) of Brisbane, the home I shall return to one day.

And since i’m quoting from the book, go out and buy a copy so that my favourite author can continue to write books
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The final page, the final paragraphs:

So maybe I won’t get all the answers, and maybe I won’t need them. And maybe there are some questions I should just stop asking now. Some spaces that can be left as spaces if I can’t fill them. Some things I don’t need to know any more. Other things that I might know instead, athat I might discover slowly.

We came here to paint, and we don’t. I’m still stalled two and a half verandah railings into the renovation, but the story’s very different now.
I go to the kitchen to make coffe.
Rachel says, ‘ Hey, albums, vinyl. Can I put on some music?’

She sorts through the pile and plays The Queen is Dead. Leaves her fingerprints on some other part of my past. Turns it from a story and back into an album again. And one day maybe I won’t recall who gave it to me, or if I do, I won’t give it a second though.
And I want to go into the lounge room now with her coffee and tell her. Tell her now.

You remind me of no-one.

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Perfection.
Adam