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  1. Cover
  2. Title
  3. Dedication
  4. Dedication2
  5. 1994
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  23. 2006
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  40. 34
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  42. 36
  43. 37
  44. 2018
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  52. 45
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  54. 47
  55. 48
  56. 49
  57. Acknowledgements

The next day, she was transcribing into an XML editor and tagging anything that needed tagging when a second email arrived. She clicked away from the editing window and read it. There was a link and it took her to a post on the video-sharing platform and she realised that the moderation was taking place after the videos had already been shared. People would report the offensive material and send a link, then the links were sent to moderators. There was a login on the page, and she logged in using the username and password from the email. Under the video was a box where she had to check ‘Yes’ or ‘No’. If she ticked no, there was a checklist where she had to give a reason the video needed to be taken off the site. The video began to play – it showed a small dog and a man with his fist in its anus. She tried to click ‘No’ but it wasn’t going to work until she watched the whole video. The dog’s back broke and then it died. ‘No,’ she clicked. ‘Violence,’ she clicked, then she thought about it and clicked ‘Sex’ as well. Nausea overcame her and she felt cold and sweaty and knew she would vomit and that this was how she was going to make money from now on.

2018

2018

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38

Margaret stood at the kitchen sink and looked out the window at the backyard. It had been raining – for days. The deck was wet and the trees that flanked the deck were wet and the concrete steps that led down to the back door from the deck were wet. It was like being under the ground. She wasn’t sure how they’d managed it. The deck and a small concrete courtyard were above the kitchen. When she looked out the window, the concrete courtyard was at eye level and the deck was above her. She had to walk up steps to get there. When it was sunny, they had dinner up there, under a large pōhutukawa tree that was almost falling out of the side of the hill. It leaned further and further down. The deck was under the hill. And the kitchen was under the deck, and then it stopped. That was as far as it went. Except the front door was at the top of more steps, so actually it did get lower – the street was under the kitchen. You walked down the street to town. You didn’t notice it on the downhill but when you came home there was a slight puff if you were going fast. She was often going fast.