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Aug 07 Two people meet up once a month and exchange gifts. One is
con- sumed with anxiety, the other seething with hatred. Underneath a polite
exterior they each conduct a private monologue
that gradually reveals their
history, their circumstances, and the evils that bind them to
the meetings.
“An ugly girl once gave me a box
containing a pebble, to use to throw at
her window whenever I fancied taking
her out. Of course we both knew that
that would never happen.”
Laurence had been wondering about
love. B said he loved only the way
he needed to. On recovering, he had
replied, doesn’t everyone? >>
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Aug 07 The "script" page has the first three chapters. Contact page and mailing list feature still causing
problems. Illustration work is on hold. Trying to
develop the boards. >>
 This
is a personal project that has benefited from kind support and contributions
from family and friends. At the moment it is at a very early stage, a few
chapters of story and drafts and outlines. Hope you
could find time to visit the
script pages for the first three chapters of the story. Additionally
there is a prologue to the book and you can get there through this
link or the one above. >>
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