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There was an old man who opened an art gallery in a huge, empty castle, and showed just one painting. The painting was tiny and hung in the foyer for thousands of years.
. This is a meditative novel. And a short piece of prose with luxurious padding to the right-hand side. John Johns went to school in Torquay and, now 24, he writes from the pubs of London or Devon.
His next book is called ‘Benny’s Dungeon.’
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