Remembering has started again.
Shit.
Alice.
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| Get out of my wet clothes into damp. Always damp. Light a fire. Lie on the bed, read a book. I have 58 books. Around here that makes me a professor. They're all swollen because of the damp, some have mould growing on them. I try to look after them but it's a pointless battle. Crazy Harry's spoutings have made me maudlin. Remembering has started again. Shit. Alice. |
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| A knock at the door. | ||||||