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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (England - Yorkshire & Humber) British (General) Scottish (General)Transcript
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all my stories start in the kitchen and all my days to fumbling for the kettle in my dressing gown, coffee and the grinder eyes smudging behind blurry glasses. I never really remember getting downstairs. I think I do it while I'm still asleep, tumbled down the stairs into the gray light of early morning this morning. The Rocks are adamant. We knew they were monsters planting their feet against the gale. The bright C is itself and could be no other sharp and hard, cavorting and lashing. It's tail a world in active mood, knowing the grammar of Now. Sometimes decisions are quite hard to make Bobin custard cream, jammy dodger, how to choose. Sometimes it's easier to stay the same Bonnie's death lead back to me. They follow me to decide more than I thought anyway. The thing about me is, I am crap with people. Much better with bats. All I know is bats bad with people, Bonnie were better. She was always the person I could talk easily to. She's dead. So Marianne is grinning now. She exercises an open contempt for people. In school. She has no friends and spends her lunch times alone reading novels. A lot of people really hate her. Her father died when she was 13 and Connell has heard that she has a mental illness now or something. It's true. She is the smartest person in school. He dreads being left alone with her like this. But he also finds himself fantasizing about things he could say to impress her