Tony was trying to find a suitable job. He'd got through quite a few and was now having a stint at the iron foundry. This job was more interesting - watching the molten metal poured into a mold and later being lifted out as an ingot caught his imagination. His boss was forever chewing gum so his breath was frequently minty but at least it was better than tobacco. At the end of the shift today it was pouring with rain (it was Manchester after all!) so he was glad he'd brought his tunic to work.
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