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[…] The parrot was in the church. When the man asked whether anyone knew a reason for us not to marry, it squawked, ‘Cunt flaps.’ My bride bent double with laughter, and even though we made our vows I knew the marriage was over.
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[…] When the shop’s shut, I cope by telling myself that my favourite picture of her is real. I spend my evenings at the piano, singing love songs to her photographed face, and occasionally licking the black keys because they remind me of her skin.
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Max I’m hopelessly in love with a bland girl. She had never said or sone anything interesting. I spend hours trying to work out why I’m so deeply attached to her. I can’t find the answer. Her hair is boring, her face is boring and her body is boring. Every time I come home from work to find her slumped on the sofa, surrounded by used yoghurt pots, my heart explodes and I feel giddy, like I’m walking on air. I take her lifeless hand, kiss her pale cheek and say, ‘They broke the mould when they made you.’ She rarely responds.


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