Articles by Ian Mullins
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Why I Love My Job (Incendiary Device)
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Ian Mullins ships out from Liverpool, England, where he is a full-time Carer to his elderly parents. He dreams of one day leaving the house.
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One of Us
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"...we edge forward into half-imagined spaces..."
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Rent
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"...I should have been dreaming of a life worth dreaming about..."
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Sleeper
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"...wearing a uniform until it becomes your familiar..."
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Babies on Fire
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"...as though witnessing some strange archaic ritual..."
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You Keep Them Down There?
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"...three feet of water, migrant rats crossing their own Irish Sea..."
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(Thought It Might) Give You A Thrill
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"They didn’t hire her for her acting..."
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Early Appointment Please
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"...for some, fighting to the bitter end comes with the heredity..."
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The Extra Mile
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"...This man worked for forty years..."
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Something Beginning with P
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"...one day she’ll be gone, leaving a vacancy..."
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Applying User Policy
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"...You are here to live the company’s life..."
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Fouteen Followers
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"Close the referral..."
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Too Late Always Comes Too Soon
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"...a man with only a bottle for good company..."
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Dogwalker
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"best dark is under the blankets late at night..."