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		<title>Any Other Day</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[1/13 It felt damn good to drive this car, Bill thought as he turned off the slip road and sped out onto the motorway. He eased down on the accelerator with his right foot and felt the Porsche rumble beneath him, purring like a contented cat. The whole experience made him feel like a man, powerful and in control. Of course, that was how the Bill Kettle saw himself, and that was how he wanted the world to see him too. He flicked his thumb over the smooth black button at the side of the wheel, and above him, the canvas roof began to retract into the car’s sleek frame. He laughed as the wind whipped through his dark, curly hair. ‘This is it, Bill’ he thought, ‘You’ve finally hit the big time.’ After everything he had put up with, his life was finally coming together. He let a whoop of delight. Bill was forty-four years old, and for the past three of those years, he had worn an engraved wedding band on his left ring finger. The ring now sat hidden, deep in the shadows of his glove compartment. As he sped down the smooth, open road, he pressed [...]]]></description>
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