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Deborah Kay Davies


“I had a fierce headache and (my parents’) soft conversation was like a light rain falling on the hot roof of my head.”
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“I tried to whip some feelings up but the inside of my chest was as hollow as an empty rubbish bin; totally, absolutely dried up, with my poor, tiny heart lying at the bottom like a crushed coke can.”
Deborah Kay Davies
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“…round the back of my little heart I could hear a lonely breeze whistling away everything I cared about.”
Deborah Kay Davies
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