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It had been almost two years since I'd observed Isobel sleeping. On that occasion we were sharing a tent together, during a camping holiday in Cornwal..
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For some reason I began to recollect a book that I'd once read. It was about a woman who, due to an inexplicable event, found herself completely alone..
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Shortly after Isobel had gone downstairs to make breakfast, I suddenly heard an almighty thud, followed by a series of smaller bangs and other anomalo..
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Clearly Julian had every intention of satisfying our desires, and I had no reason to doubt his ability to do so. It seemed almost inevitable, therefor..
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Julian had tried to warn me that a storm was coming, but I thought that he was referring to the weather. He wasn't. And when it did finally arrive, in..
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Julian had allowed it to happen. There was no other explanation. Why, after all, had he done nothing in response to our having run away from home? Why..
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By the time I'd gone downstairs, and opened the front door, the anomalous person had disappeared. Or perhaps I had imagined the whole thing. That was ..
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I didn't know which was worse: the madness at home, the madness at school, or the madness of society itself, to which the former owed their existence,..
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Two hundred and fifty-seven text messages. One hundred and twelve e-mails. Eight old-fashioned letters, including one very welcome offer from a litera..
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Julian had taught me that contained within every problem lied the seed of its optimal solution, but that such seeds rarely ever germinated due to the ..
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