19Jun08

Saw the ex today: we both sat, with a desk between us to hinder the competitive head-bowing-over-paper race, the who-can-line-up-the-most-spent-biros competition, a three hour History exam. Three of us left at the end, and his hand, once again, is wafting the rafters for extra sheets of paper. I heard you tutting, he says. More of a laugh, nothing has changed in a year other than he’s stopped biting his nails now, because I choked on the nails I bit off, he tells me. Which I did not want to know.

I feel indistinctly floaty. And unanchored.

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