There is no smoke without fire. And there is always more smoke than fire. I know that now, having burned down most of my flat.
It was long ago but I lived then very much as I do now: talking on the phone, washing my hair, writing an article about whether feminists should shave or some such, cooking fish fingers under the grill. The modern word for this i…
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