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I remember that feeling of skin. It’sstrange to remember touch more than thought. But my fingersstill tingle with it.

Lucy Christopher

I remember that feeling of skin. It’sstrange to remember touch more than thought. But my fingersstill tingle with it.

Lucy Christopher
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Had you been lying all along? Mum gently stroked my hair. I whispered into her shoulder. “I can’t go back. Not yet. I can’t leave.” And she held my head tight to her chest and wrapped her arms around me. “You don’t have to,” she said, rocking me. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, not anymore.” And I cried.
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Ty?” I said, trying out your name, liking the way it sounded. “So what’s it like anyway? Australia?”You smiled then, and your whole face changed with it. It kind of lit up, like there were sunbeams coming from inside you.“You’ll find out,” you said.
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