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1943.
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The air raid sirens were going off. I could tell. Even from the thousands of feet above, I could hear the wailing of ...
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1943. The year of my birth. To a very young mother. Raped by a stranger. I spent forty years believing that Tom Morra...
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1943 (19:43 to be exact, but the : had given up life years ago) 30 oC 1943 29 oC 1944 The red LEDs blinked thei...
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Modelling had never been her idea. The vacuous stares, the hours in front of the mirror. Was it her fault her proport...
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He didn't want to fuck her when he met her. That would have been too easy. She had this way of pausing at the end of...
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Nothing is more terrifyingly beautiful than the intensity of a woman's Stare. Not a gaze or a glace, but a Stare. One...
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