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Sport 20: Autumn 1998
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In the unremarkable town people gather at a Post Office. She is placing letters on her tongue like stamps and feeling them dissolve. They leave a taste in her mouth and when she sees him next she spits the letters back. An ‘e’ and two capital ‘R’s stick at the corner of her lip. He laughs as he picks up the stamps, the letters, the broken words gummed to the floor. He moulds them into a tidy blob, the kind you find under school desks and chairs. She forgets to notice what he does with it.