Then came the internalruptures: liver, spleen, and kidneys. He lied to me. It didn't explain my father's aversion to Raphael. So this night onthe way to Wigmore Hall is no different to all those other nights I'velived through, and my expectation is th
My stomach's on fire. tarmac, a deflatedfootball with a knife gouge in it, two shopping trolleys overturned andrendered wheel-less. Icould tell that much from the way he gestured, one hand up at the levelof his chest and closed into a fist like a punch withheld. It's,like, what you want in life, right? It is my life.
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