She wipes her mouth, her forehead, with the palm of her hand. Wipes her hand on the front of her blouse – not thinking. 

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AuthorHenry Sutton

I come and go as I please pretty much, except coming here was more of an escape than anything else.

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AuthorAnealla Safdar

So he decided to end it all by ploughing through the ornate 19th century railing, opposite the cafe where she worked, and into the dark waters of the River Yare.

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AuthorAnealla Safdar

Naked, except for a pair of black knickers with busted elastic, Callie walks across her bedroom floor – feet gliding over the worn, tan pile – to the alcove that houses her clobber.

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AuthorHenry Sutton

He was always doing this, embarking on projects that he thought he’d whizz through only to become seriously bogged down.

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AuthorAnealla Safdar