Did we split up in Prague? We spent a night in that weird hoteldo you remember? where our room, and the hotel gym,were accessed by funicular, and you knew I didn’t like heights and the smellof the incline made me swallow bile andyou told me you’d fucked R the night I saidI wanted a babyContinue reading “Wendy Allen: Unreliable Narration in Prague”
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