The doctors said there was nothing wrong with me

In honour of that strange time before the pandemic when we used to get out and socialize more, here’s a story from the archives about spying on my neighbours. It’s from my first book, Please, which really is from a different time.

Posted on October 13, 2021, in Writing and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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