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There’s a hole in my heart where Mary used to be
Saturday night. The last train home. The station’s bright and light. The sound of squiffy silliness peppers the air. There’s no menace, no riotous shouting. No spitting, or pissing, or – you know – any of those ‘I wish I’d … Continue reading
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The lip pencil of invisibility. And a grown-up woman’s request for JK Rowling.
Are you fraying round the edges? I’m not too bad, but then I never smoked – not much, anyway. I did buy two packets of Gitanes when I was at university so I could stick the packets on my wall. … Continue reading