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I resolved early on that I would be whatever he needed me to be: a lover if he'd have me, a friend, a servant, an accomplice, a punching bag to vent his frustrations on.
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My favourite bedtime story mum used to tell me was of my imaginary little sister who lived in a magical fairy castle, knitting dreams for sleeping children.
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