I hear it somewhere behind me: a liquidy expulsive sound. I'm sitting on a patio inches from a sidewalk. Flinching, I'm unable to see through the shrub at my shoulder, but the origin of the noise slouches up the street, past my elbow, in all his denimed, tractor-capped glory.
"Sorry," he mutters.
Ebooks about Glasgow
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Do you have Glasgow ancestry? The Glasgow Digital Library, based at the
University of Strathclyde, includes the following digitized books. Who’s
Who in G...
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