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"
Nah
.
I
was
born
up
here
,
"
she
hesitated
.
"
You
don
’
t
want
to
hear
about
me
.
"
Richard
realized
,
almost
surprised
,
that
he
really
did
.
"
I
do
.
Really
.
"
She
fingered
the
rough
quartz
beads
that
hung
in
a
necklace
around
her
neck
,
and
she
swallowed
.
"
There
was
me
and
my
mother
and
the
twins
.
.
.
"
she
said
,
and
then
she
stopped
talking
.
Her
mouth
clamped
shut
.
"
Go
on
,
"
said
Richard
.
"
It
’
s
all
right
.
Really
it
is
.
Honest
.
"
The
girl
nodded
.
She
took
a
deep
breath
,
and
then
she
began
to
talk
,
without
looking
at
him
as
she
talked
,
her
eyes
fixed
on
the
ground
ahead
of
her
.
"
Well
,
my
mother
had
me
an
’
my
sisters
,
but
she
got
a
bit
funny
in
the
head
.
One
day
I
got
home
from
school
,
and
she
was
crying
and
crying
,
and
she
didn
’
t
have
any
clothes
on
,
and
she
was
breaking
stuff
.
Plates
and
stuff
.
But
she
never
hurt
us
.
She
never
did
.
The
lady
from
the
social
services
came
and
took
the
twins
away
,
an
’
I
had
to
go
and
stay
with
my
aunt
.
She
was
living
with
this
man
.
I
didn
’
t
like
him
.
And
when
she
was
out
of
the
house
.
.
.
"
The
girl
paused
;
she
was
quiet
for
so
long
that
Richard
wondered
if
she
had
finished
.
Then
she
began
once
more
,
"
Anyway
.
He
used
to
hurt
me
.
Do
other
stuff
.
In
the
end
,
I
told
my
aunt
,
an
’
she
started
hitting
me
.
Said
I
was
lying
.
Said
she
’
d
have
the
police
on
me
.
But
I
wasn
’
t
lying
.
So
I
run
away
.
It
was
my
birthday
.
"
They
had
reached
the
Albert
Bridge
,
a
kitsch
monument
spanning
the
Thames
,
joining
Battersea
to
the
south
with
the
Chelsea
end
of
the
Embankment
,
a
bridge
hung
with
thousands
of
tiny
white
lights
.
"
I
didn
’
t
have
anywhere
to
go
.
And
it
was
so
cold
,
"
said
Anaesthesia
,
and
she
stopped
again
.
"
I
slept
on
the
streets
.
I
’
d
sleep
in
the
day
,
when
it
was
a
bit
warmer
,
and
walk
around
at
night
,
just
to
keep
moving
.
I
was
only
eleven
.
Stealing
bread
an
’
milk
off
people
’
s
doorsteps
to
eat
.
Hated
doing
that
so
I
started
hanging
around
the
street
markets
,
taking
the
rotten
apples
an
’
oranges
an
’
things
people
threw
away
.
Then
I
got
really
sick
.
I
was
living
under
an
overpass
in
Notting
Hill
.
When
I
come
to
,
I
was
in
London
Below
.
The
rats
had
found
me
.
"
"
Have
you
ever
tried
to
return
to
all
this
?
"
he
asked
,
gesturing
.
Quiet
,
warm
,
inhabited
houses
.
Late
-
night
cars
.
The
real
world
.
.
.
she
shook
her
head
.
All
fire
burns
,
little
baby
.
You
’
ll
learn
.
"
You
can
’
t
.
It
’
s
one
or
the
other
.
Nobody
ever
gets
both
.
"
"
I
’
m
sorry
,
"
said
Door
,
hesitantly
.
Her
eyes
were
red
,
and
she
looked
as
if
she
had
been
vigorously
blowing
her
nose
and
scrubbing
her
tears
from
her
eyes
and
cheeks
.
