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tell a single word of what you’ve seen tonight," Janokovic says, holding a finger

                   over his mouth.
                     “But I haven’t seen anything really” Singh says

                      “Exactly” Janokovic says


                   Outside of Curry House, there is almost as much life as had it been daytime. The

                   little street is full of people and police cars drive back and forth.

                   George walks meandering and eventually Janokovic decides to put an arm
                   around the little boy to support him. "Come on, try to go a little faster."

                     Janokovic grunts and groans, trying to make it look as if the two boys are just
                   walking side by side.

                     "I can't, I'm dizzy," George replies.

                   As they come to Albright Street, where Janokovic's mother's townhouse is
                   located, the street is completely quiet. Apparently, none of the residents of the

                   city's worn-out work district are interested in what's happened on the pier.

                     Janokovic stops and looks down the winding, abandoned street. It is a relief that
                   his little neighbourhood on the outskirts of Brighton has his own life in a way.

                   And there are benefits; no one cares about what happens to the residents who
                   live there.

                     "Look George, here's peace, we're free, you can easily have your money on you

                   here."
                   George nods weakly, he has clearly begun to get better, he yawns and exclaims in

                   a gentle voice: "I have to call Dad."

                   "Yes, come in. We have it all to ourselves, Mom will not come until tomorrow
                   afternoon," Janokovic replies.

                   They scrawl over the old cardboard boxes with old incense sprinkled across the

                   front yard and hallway.
                     “You're fine now. Hurry to call your dad and we can watch a video and drink the

                   ale we have, and maybe I can find some pot up in my room. I mean, I hid a little

                   bag up there. He was all right, that Rasta I bought this from. He gave a little extra.
                   Tomorrow we can go over to him and buy a real bud."

                   George nods.
                     "Hi, it's me, I sleep at Janokovic’s house, his mother has allowed it," George says,
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