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The weather changed. It made me uncertain again. Like the time the power was turned off and we all talked about how we didn't need it anyway and we were all lying because we knew we did. We had headaches because we couldn't make coffee and we put our bodies next to each other to keep warm and to pass time.

She slings them onto the floor and fag in mouth starts to rummage in her bag. She immediately encounters Amandes newspaper which she must have absentmindedly picked up in the studio. The newspaper is folded back to reveal a half complete crossword. "This she thinks. would be the lamest of all lame excuses But nevertheless she allows herself to daydream. She would phone him casually. " I picked up your newspaper by mistake and noticed you hadn't completed the crossword she would casually muse "I thought you might have liked to complete it, and since it takes so little effort to make a phone call, but if it doesn't matter I'll throw it out, by the way how did you think the shoot went? Lame lame lame! Pathetically lame! Two brandies later and a few rehearsals, she picks up the phone.

Susan didn't stir. She was oblivious to the impending confessional that Nina was mentally unhinged and that a dog was about to ruin the road trip they had planned for so long because there was a possibility it had touched her indirectly through the method of couch infestation.

He tells her where to move it.

A bit of truth, or so I think

"I wasn't entirely sure WHAT it was..."

inside the circle we do stand...

Lyrics. Including links to hi and lo-bitrate versions of the song.

The scalloped edges of cakes made her feel like marzipan, unpopular and old. At wine lunches she found ways to make parcels of chicken and goats cheese disappear faster than sick stains off the back of a cistern.