Tam in turn assissinated her own father's reputation vicously:
How do you get a father to change a light bulb? Put it above his secretary's bed, or How do you know if your father's lying? His lips are moving.
'Ha, Fuckwitidiotspermifaces,'I yelled, to her delight.
phil had a New Romantic-Type shirt on with frills round the cuffs. He put the coffees down and wiped the sweat from his brows and with the back of his hand. There was a joke lurking in his desperation to be fashionable. He squeezed up next to me and told me how he didnt't just do weddings, kids and families, oh no, he did plastic lunch boxes for a kitchen company and birdbaths, greenhouses and sheds for a garden company. He did clothes. He did cars. He did miscellaneous photos for catalogues. He was going to be very successful. He wiped at the sweat that ran like rain down a window over his face.
I pitied him even more than i ever pitied every other man i knew.

- helen cross, my summer of love
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