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My thoughts leap from here to there. Happily, for relief, there are gossip magazines. I watch as you select an armful of brightly coloured publications telling you all that’s necessary about Cheryl, Jordan and Jennifer. I flick through one and say aloud, Sex Text Saga. You reply, Excuse me, reaching for one more. I scoff but here I am admiring the free shampoo offer with Glamour. I ask you about Tess and Vernon. And then real life walks in through the double doors and says, now then you two. There it is asking, Who is right and who is wrong?

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With your eyes on me, you say  –  Look, about the other night. Your throat, it might be dry. You’re not sure you should bring this up. A nicer life is one where you only talk about what you have, rather than what you want. We don’t need to do this now, I reply. You: I just couldn’t do it. It didn’t feel right. That’s all. Me: When I’m with you, I experience many different types of emptiness. Maybe none of this happens, or some of it, or hardly. Maybe none of this happens, or some of it, or hardly. I probably just ask for a slice of cake, that one, please.

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The metal hooks on the wall look like taps. I glance along the ranks of necklaces and bracelets and imagine them leaking, dripping from their joints, spilling out water that would eventually cover the floor, making a riverbed of the route to the train station. You are by my side, asking me if I need help. Yes, in so many ways but start with this woollen hat. Taking it from me, you jump – actually jump – and loop it back onto the clip. Then you draw your hands behind your back as if to get away without the moment touching you.

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I have bright fingernails and I only notice you because you are all in black. I’m a rainbow, you’re not. I’m swinging my red bag, I’m tying my blue scarf, I’ve snagged my teal tights. Sophie Calle has been asking strangers to decode her romantic failings / flailings. In this crowded vocal room, everyone wonders how they would respond. You stand in front of the Writer. Her interpretation says, Beware all these women gathered together. You have a shirt that buttons to your neck. Already today, I’ve seen three people from my past. I want you to say something new.

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