"They're fake," she said.
"Let me see."
And she showed me.
Tuesday, 23 July 2019
Monday, 22 July 2019
Saturday, 20 July 2019
Fragment of a letter
"I've thought for some time about a secret I could tell you, but in the end I feel I don't really have any secrets. What secrets I did have are faded things of yesterday. To be honest I think I've lost hope in having any secrets of my own, and so I live vicariously through yours. Someday, I suspect, that will all change and your secrets will come to light. You'll have to behave yourself then, and perhaps live vicariously through whatever secrets I may have grown into. In the meantime I remain yours, in confidence."
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