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Keith O’Connell was not a particularly unhappy man, nor was he a particularly happy one. He was content enough in his one-bedroom flat in Balbriggan with his cat Fiachra and his special insect eating plant from Japan. He never married and didn’t have kids and never desired to have either. He earned a perfectly reasonable wage working for an accountancy firm, which allowed him toContinue reading “The Japanese House plant”