It’s not January. It’s not even June when this nightmare started. But it’s the first chance I’ve had to put all this down on paper. Or more to the point, get it out of my system. I don’t really care where it goes: diary, notebook, tape, video, Dictaphone, someone’s eardrum or the cool spring time breeze. I just don’t care.
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