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Ellis was born into this world five minutes after me. My mother says she never cried, while I wailed endlessly. Our eyes matched, cornflower blue, wi..
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Oscar was my father’s younger, more personable brother. A graphic designer who wore trousers with pockets in. He liked Radio One. He wore emba..
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The story of Edward and Ellis, twins moving from childhood into adulthood.
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Once the first week of the summer holidays was over, and I was tired of sitting in the window getting acquainted with Virginia Woolf, Mum decided sh..
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Little Lillian. She slept so soundly. Perhaps it was the spin of her mobile, with its little plastic clouds and pink elephants pirouetting round in th..
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The doomed love story in a future where age affects no one and beauty is God.
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It's just past 7 am.The bone-rattling jingle of the phoneHas melted through my sleep.Mum picks it up after 3 rings, from somewhere deep in the house.T..
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I found him in a draughty houseReading a book by Stephen King,One I'd actually lent him a few years ago.He looked like an accidental moirologist.I squ..
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Had to write something about her at some point.
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The opening of a novella about twin sisters.
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