I sat at my desk in the attic. An economics textbook open before me. I picked up the oblong desk calendar in front of me and ran my fingertip over the wheel to change the date. 3 July 1971 it read.
I looked at my watch. Ten o'clock. Jenny was late back from her lecture. We wouldn't have time for a quick one in the pub before it closed at this rate. I fiddled with the wheel again. The number changed. I was twenty-one. Well, not for two hours. Seven, I suppose, if I were to be really acc...
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