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by David Nicholls

Who can identify stratocumulus when your mind is on the hipflask and the vape and whether she likes you?

‘She said it was like talking to someone on a prison visit. Through one of those screens.’

Hydration was key and so she bought a rubbery bladder with a tube attached, grisly and sinister, like something you’d find hanging by a hospital bed.

‘No, I get that. I think it’s that k – it’s like x, it’s quite racy. Mike’s a DJ but Michael’s a saint.’

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it was the kind of place you might stay the night before a relative’s funeral.

For the moment she felt content, not because she’d spoken but because she’d been listened to.

what a thrill it had been to kiss again, to want and to be wanted. The cliché was ‘like a teenager’ but she had a right to those feelings too, to the dizziness and elation of it all.

Marnie spent some time drafting an appropriately insouciant response, something she might toss over her shoulder while walking away, indifferent. After some thought, she came up with le mot juste – Sure.

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