"I walk quickly down rain-black streets, eager to put distance between us. Once I'm back weaving through the smouldering core of clubland, dodging bodies and fun and laughter, the anxious spacey pang in my head starts to lift. In its place, I feel foolish and embarassed at reacting like that - for seeming so brutally stung. For having misread her so badly. And for feeling so intensely jealous..." -Brass, Helen Walsh. My bible. My life.
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