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Heather

We spend the night out in Glasgow.

 

Texas.

 

The band.

 

I’m sure that’s who it was.

 

Heather got the tickets from her brother

who

was a tabloid journalist

at the time.

At the end of the 80’s.

 

and.

for whatever reason,

Heather came home with me afterwards.

 

To our sandstone tenement.

 

Thick carpets

and I can remember the full-length mirror in the hall

that had no light.

 

and she stayed the night.

 

And my mum

was not impressed.

 

We spooned.

 

Nothing happened.

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