#51

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I remember I was dead calm. I reached into that bag Tom had left me and there was a little tin filled with fag ends he must have saved up from ashtrays and gutters.

I crumpled them into ash and drew a circle around me.

Then something just clicked. It wasn't in my head, it was like a door opened in my heart and I knew what to do. I'd always known.

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