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1 " In the mid-1980s, on a spring Sunday morning, a Volvo stationwagon parked in Brunswick Street. A young couple got out. She was trim, blonded, tanned. He was already broadening in the midsection, sockless, short and hairy legs ending in boatshoes. From a restraining chair in the back seat, he unloaded a child, complaining, flailing. They took it into a cafe.They were going to have brunch.The old Brunswick Street was dead, Brunchwick Street born. There was no turning back. "
― Peter Temple , White Dog (Jack Irish, #4)