Monday, 3 December 2012

Moleskine pages - A Lifetime Of Labour Pains

" His eyes told me nothing in seven languages. The nape of my neck prickled in exquisite revulsion. His touch made my toes curl with involuntary spasms, he misread my responses in spectacular fashion. My good manners ended with a son, he had has his father's nose.
I had a lifetime of labour pains."
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