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You looked at me, your eyes huge. You we're like a dog then, waiting for me to throw you a bone . . . waiting for something I could never give you.

Lucy Christopher

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Lucy Christopher
Age: 54
Author
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WAL
Eyes
Waiting
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Bone
Give
Bones
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Throw
Something
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