u can stay in.

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    OK, Martin said. Fair enougs go back.

    Do you mind? Not at all. It o kill yourself just because you didnt have your handbag.

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    t it, t in t  until  up t  to da about. It oo, o see seeing tour: St Pauls, the river, Jesss house.

    Its not scary any more, said Martin.

    You reckon? said Jess. he edge? Fucking hell.

    Its a fuck sigter in the dark, if you ask me.

    I didnt mean tin. I meant London. It looks all right.

    It looks beautiful, said Maureen. I cant remember t time I could see so much.

    I didnt mean t eit… I dont knoo go.

    Yeaed to a dinner party, I said. Like you had.

    I didnt knoed out of pity. I didnt belong.

    And you feel included noo feel excluded from. Its just a big city again. Look. hes on his own. And shes on her own.

    Sraffic warden, said Jess.

    Yes, and soday s fe last nigable somewhere.

    itraffic wardens, probably, said Jess.

    And I  V presenters.

    Or perverts, said Jess.

    No. Agreed. I was on my own.

    Apart from t ty, I said. But yeas w for suicides.

    one? Jess a