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But eventually the state came in and prised her from the crusted filth of an overstuffed chair complete with antimacassar.

A rectangle of golden midmorning light spilled through the glass, dust motes drifting in the beams like a swarm of lazy insects.

After Sarah was gon

We missed the bus

Another portrait of her monstrous mother, no doubt. Sometimes she gave me a ball gown and wings; more often it was bulging eyes, claws and sharp teeth.

We got off the bus

trudged the last five hundred metres to the market in Buskers Lane,

My parents live in Athena Bay. Jess – my sister – is in Greece.

He’s not in her life,’

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