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Kevin’s Clumsy Touch
Kevin’s Clumsy Touch
‘Do not smile when you lie,’ Mrs L. ineffectually begged her daughter, 16 the day before. Linda smiled, feeling cool in her cotton print, running her red nails down its factory freshness, aching for Kevin’s clumsy touch and a glass of lager and lime in her hand; the juke box on its rubberised supports.
Ivor Cutler.
