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“They don’t! There used to be car factories in Speke, and Halewood, and Ellesmere Port. By the time motor cars became obsolete, most of those jobs had already gone. Nothing took their place.”
CandiCrush sums it up by saying, “the charming people left, and the rogues took over. If you couldn’t afford to leave, you got sucked into the system. There’s a small enclave in Chester that we’re trying to bring on side. They’re not a fully fledged part of Worringfolk, but they’re not Cedyrn either! They don’t speak Welsh and so they have little option but to cooperate with the Wor.”
—o—
“Hello mate! SpudGunn’s the name. Used to be a potato farmer before I got clobbered. What about you?”
“MickeyWarr. Until yesterday I worked on a goat farm. Today, I’m supposed to be eloping with my girlfriend Angel!”
“Honey trapped eh? Same thing happened to me. Her name was Amber, she worked in a tavern, vanished the night I ended up in a barn!”
“Seriously?” says MickeyWarr.
As it dawns on him what’s going on he puts his head in his hands. He pauses, and then abruptly raises his head, “how do we get out of here?”
“We don’t!”
“You don’t want to leave?”
“I thought about leaving, it’s just that … “
“Who’s the head of the escape committee?”
“What?”
“There are others who want to escape, right?”
“Yes, of course, but …”
“Then there’s an escape committee, right? Who’s the head?”
“I don’t think you understan…”
“OK, I’m now the head of the escape committee. Who else can we count on?”
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