prologue

"Good morning, Sunday boy,"
"It won't ever be a good morning, because I know that I'll have to leave you."
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Margharita Thorne is Sunday's world. She's clever, funny and creative, not to mention she shares a name with the pizza he buys every Sunday from Waitrose. He spends those days with her, eating pizza and listening to angsty punk girls screaming into their guitars.
What happens when one day, his world is destroyed?