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The curtains were still drawn, the bed was made, the photograph of me and Steven outside the laundrette was still gone, along with the only gold ring that she had left. I still expected her to be lying in bed painting her nails. The wardrobe doors were open, revealing her row of black dresses and… Continue Reading Jess Green – Chelsea Brice’s Boys
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