She had been listening to the Loved Ones, playing all afternoon, again and again, obsessively, on her creaky tape recorder. The best damn rock band in all Australiasia, and no CD. She had shocking insomnia, brought on by her recent trip to the UK. Jetlag. That Leadfingers was so nifty, she could have put him in her suitcase and brought hoim back. But no such luck, Simon had dragged her from one airport to another, while he checked out each lounge room for hippies. And now she lay, back in the Sunburnt Country, having developed some strange allergy to sunlight. And, after years as a vegetarian, she found herself craving...... red meat, raw, and juicy.
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