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The dulcet winter of 1981.
The day after my granny's funeral.
On the quad of Newbridge College a kid called Brian Collins beetles up to the kid who would later become Ireland's greatest living poet.
"I'm sorry about your grandmother," says Brian Collins.
"Why?" sez me. "Did you kill her?"
The day after my granny's funeral.
On the quad of Newbridge College a kid called Brian Collins beetles up to the kid who would later become Ireland's greatest living poet.
"I'm sorry about your grandmother," says Brian Collins.
"Why?" sez me. "Did you kill her?"
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