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THE BYSTANDER
His voice is quiet. Honey sweet and soft. And his words are violent as they brutally assault the woman sitting opposite him. I’m not the only one sitting near their table on this intercity train, watching as their relationship dynamic unfolds. But am I the only one who is so familiar with this she wants to step in and help?
2008‘I swear, Dina, you don’t have a sense of humour any more,’ Tom told me.
‘That wasn’t funny,’ I murmured.
His words are like razor blades
He sighed. ‘Oh come on, it was a little bit funny,’ he implored, his breath a heady cocktail of whiskey and beer, his bloodshot eyes unflinching as they drilled into me. Telling everyone I was going commando because I’d forgotten to turn on the washing machine – when I was sure
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