It was the summer I turned fourteen that I wandered into a dusty book shop in Maroubra.
The shop itself was almost hidden in a small dingy mall. The windows were grimy; a fag hung from the mouth of the shop assistant as she sat on a stool behind the counter.
Her eyes were…Continue
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