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".. for 8 months, no more than that, a year, I sat in a cafe, drank coffee and wrote nonsense in a journal; then suddenly it was not nonsense .."
(Sabrina, 1995)

I'm Mae. I'm 23.
Home is the north west of England.

This started in Paris.
I don't know where it will end :)

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Dec 26

“You’re a saint now, is that what you’re telling me, Eddie? You’re a bleeding saint cause you give us an even break?… That’s as it should be! You try and understand that. It’s rights, it’s not privileges, it’s that easy, it really bloody is.”

So simple and yet so difficult.

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Next 12 Exits

".. for 8 months, no more than that, a year, I sat in a cafe, drank coffee and wrote nonsense in a journal; then suddenly it was not nonsense .." (Sabrina, 1995) I'm Mae. I'm 23. Home is the north west of England. This started in Paris. I don't know where it will end :)

".. for 8 months, no more than that, a year, I sat in a cafe, drank coffee and wrote nonsense in a journal; then suddenly it was not nonsense .."
(Sabrina, 1995)

I'm Mae. I'm 23.
Home is the north west of England.

This started in Paris.
I don't know where it will end :)