monday october 9th
8:30 a.m.

I met Jas on the way to school. She was trailing her rucky along as we walked. She was all pale, I noticed.

"I haven't heard from Tom and I tried to ring him and he was out."

"Ah yes, well."

"You said I should say, 'Have your own space, Tom.'"

"Yes, well ..."

"And now he's got loads of space."

"Ah yes."

"And so have I."

"Yes ..."

"But I don't want it."

Oh good grief. I'm not going to be an Agony Aunt if all people do is moan on all the time.

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