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Today Kassim’s father told me Kassim has gone. He didn’t know where. Kassim’s father said there were four cans of Irn Bru in the fridge for me. Kassim’s father said Kassim told him to keep them for me as a wedding present. Kassim’s father has no idea where Kassim has gone.
At 3 am she calls to mind the dust on his hand making it seem grey. She calls to mind the question mark, still visible just above the knotted rope.
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At 3 am the world presents itself to her as if from behind glass. As if a posting one could scroll past. As if a feed of which she has grown bored.
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At 3 am she sits on the old deckchair and watches the sky lighten.
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