07.15 The bathroom is whoosily hot. As I poach myself back into the Land of the Living after an excessive Saturday bacchanal, I wonder where my toes have gone and if they will ever come back. I watch my body turn the colour of a hot cure smoked salmon and doze. 07.20 I slip underContinue reading “Merci Beaucoup”
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When a friend dies how are you meant to behave?
How should you feel when a close friend dies?
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