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Male | 20s | over 10 minutes
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EXTRACT: I do not believe in God. I do not believe in miracles. I cannot explain this. It began with a phone call. It was Friday evening. About ten pm. Which was unusual. The phone rarely rings and never at that hour. I was reading. As I do before bed. A history. The Decline and Fall of the American Empire 1975-2015. I am fascinated by the past. Which may, at least in part, explain the fish.


Male | Age unspecified | 3 to 5 minutes
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EXTRACT: It's 1988. I'm twenty-four years old. I'm driving a Datsun 180B. I'm crossing the Hay Plain halfway between Sydney and Adelaide. I'm sitting on a hundred and ten k's, but I'm itching to go faster. Itching to get home. But the cops are up and down this stretch and I don't want to risk it. I'm heading back to my parents' farm on the Coorong. I tried the city. It didn't work. It's not for me. Too fast. Too sharp. The Coorong's where I belong.