It was a very hot day - dazzling sunshine - and Mum - she was wiping sweat from her neck. No, not wiping. Dabbing . . . Dab . . . Dab. Mum was a beauty. Not like me. And don't tell me I am because you'll be lying and I won't thank you for it. Not today. Not when this whole thing - us, here - is about me telling the truth.
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