And I passed myself off as Meysey Hill, and since—then—I haven’t had a minute’s peace. One day I can be a Gothic chick, and the next day I’ll be Hitler Youth. You've caught the colour and the life. She went on from street to street, and all the glory of London had departed. For hours he seemed to have pleasant dreams of open skies and airplanes, but then the dreams would disintegrate into fleshy charnel house nightmares where he could hear her calling to him through a fog. Bon. That Frenchie, that’s who she is. But it’s love you should’ve had when you were tiny and I didn’t give it to you.
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