Monday, 9 April 2012

1972




I had a bath, and then sat down to die on the first of September of 1972. The street deserted, the hideous heat wilting everything in sight. Aunt L. dances in the hall. We are going to be rich. No more cheap meat and food made of scraps. No more early mornings and begging for a job. You see, we used to be a principled family, going to church, praying to the Virgin every week for a miracle. Working hard, studying to make something of ourselves, just to go nowhere. We are fed up. 

Father came to the solution: I am a redhead, slim and young, a virgin to boot - The family is tight knitted, and I love them all. Our Leader favours redhead virgins. Need I say more?


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