McCafe in Mackay. Scraggy, greying beard. Blunt. But his heart undeniably in the right place. Very best of intentions. Lost amongst a fractious accent and a manner that’d have Mother Teresa struggling to keep her composure. His lack of social skills striking. An encyclopedic knowledge of subjects various some compensation. Always keen to impart. To share. Gruffly. Product of his environment? Spent an age in Devonport. Imagined he meant the one in Tasmania.
[Please note that names may have been changed or omitted to protect the innocent. And promote the guilty…]
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