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We were told in the garden, upsteep deep crooked steps – wellies dragged by clumsy feet – grass dancing, rainwater …

I am as brittle as a pane of glassshuffling down the same streetcreaking like a scarecrow come aliveas I stoop …

I felt somehow guilty for what you’d done. You’d hurt yourself and now they knew. Now there was nowhere for …

We were sat ’round what seemed to me a pirate’s skirmish, the booming cannon balls of hot ash popped in …