Though in the end I grew to like him, GMF always carried a hint of menace when he turned up in Tacheles. A cold breeze seemed to follow him into the building. He could never shake it, no matter his intentions. He was unfailingly honest in that way. He described himself as being a freak. …
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Jacob Sweetman 