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’
I
said
,
how
old
do
you
think
I
am
?
’
’
Fifteen
?
’
he
hazarded
.
’
I
’
m
sixteen
,
’
she
wailed
.
’
And
do
you
know
how
long
I
’
ve
been
sixteen
for
?
’
’
I
’
m
sorry
,
I
don
’
t
under
—
’
’
No
,
you
wouldn
’
t
.
No
-
one
would
.
’
She
blew
her
nose
again
,
and
despite
her
shaking
hands
nevertheless
carefully
tucked
the
rather
damp
hanky
back
up
her
sleeve
.
’
You
’
re
allowed
out
,
’
she
said
.
’
You
haven
’
t
been
here
long
enough
to
notice
.
Time
stands
still
here
,
haven
’
t
you
noticed
?
Oh
,
something
passes
,
but
it
’
s
not
real
time
.
He
can
’
t
create
real
time
.
’
’
Oh
.
When
she
spoke
again
it
was
in
the
thin
,
careful
and
above
all
brave
voice
of
someone
who
has
pulled
themselves
together
despite
overwhelming
odds
but
might
let
go
again
at
any
moment
.
’
I
’
ve
been
sixteen
for
thirty
-
five
years
.
’
’
Oh
?
’
