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Monopoly

Monopoly by Paul Farley ' We sat like slum landlords around the board buying each other out with fake banknotes, until we lost more than we could afford, or ever hope to pay back. Now our seats are empty - one by one we left the game in this other world, its building sites, its rain; but slowly learned the rules or made our own, stayed out of jail and kept our noses clean. And now there's only me - sole freeholder of every empty office space in town, and from the quayside I can count the cost each low tide brings - the skeletons and rust of boats, cars, hats, boots, iron, a terrier.'

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