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She turns towards him in her sleep and he is buffeted by a squall of stale breath. ‘If I loved her, I would love her stale breeze‘, he says, sadly, to the self he has never stopped loving. He creeps out of bed, takes his rucksack from above the wardrobe, and fills it with clothes […]
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