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  1. Cover
  2. By the same author
  3. SUZY SUZY
  4. Copyright
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  89. About William Wall
  90. An Invitation from the Publisher

Holly gulped suddenly, like a huge gulp. And then she threw her arms around me and kissed me. She kissed me right on the lips and I kissed her back. I think she was a bit surprised about that. But she stuck it out. Two resistors connected in parallel. Name an instrument for measuring resistance. Calculate the current flowing in the circuit. Potential difference. I could have stayed connected forever. We were a long time doing it. The two of us were crying and hugging each other. It was the best feeling. I love Holly. When she stopped kissing me she said, Stay safe.

You too.

Then our bus came.

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Naturally it wasn’t a holiday cottage. It was a shitty cottage. Jesus wept twice. A wannabe holiday home by the sea. But it was halfway to ruin and the sea was a long way down. What kind of a friend of my dad’s thought this shack was a holiday cottage? I didn’t know he had such dodgy friends. Well, I knew he had dodgy friends but they were all builders and auctioneers. The walls were made of stone and they were a metre thick. The floor was concrete. The facilities comprised of: lounge (concrete floor), kitchen (pine, ancient manky cooker with like iron rings, decorative sprinkling of mouse shit), bathroom with shower (no heating, tiled floor), master bedroom on the ground floor at the back, mezzanine bedroom. A mezzanine bedroom where I was supposed to sleep. I hate sleeping if people can see me. Like even on school tours I never wanted to sleep with someone else. The walls were bare stone hundreds of years old. I don’t know what lived in the cracks. There was a big iron stove in the lounge, two ratty couches and a woodwormed table with four woodwormed chairs. The wormholes could have been fakes, I saw a documentary about that once. There was one window in every room but they were all small. The floor of my room was pine boards and my bed was pine and there was an old pine trunk as a bedside table. And all the pine was mainly woodworm, more holes than wood, mostly air and dust and whatever woodworms look like, maybe not worms at all. The trunk was empty except for woodworm. I put my clothes in it. My fucking life.

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