osed. A fes later t click off.

    I kne t sical people instead.

    I win.

    My twin was dead.

    did t make me now?

    Under t t on my torso. ter  be of ts ancient ory. I ‘as as cold as a corpse.

    itter still in my  t upstairs to my flat, aircase narro eacories of books. As I , turning out ligo prepare pe letter refusal. I ell Miss inter, terest in contemporary ing. I er’s books. I  ervieer in my life. I  ease rutold, nervous of the living.

    It probably  necessary to put t last bit in tter.

    I couldn’t be boto make a meal. A cup of cocoa would do.

    aiting for to , I looked out of t glass . e pressed co cold, glassy c  not for to tell us apart.