This is what your room used to look like, when we shared that flat. Remember?

Bare floorboards, torn blue curtains, bookshelves made from bricks and planks. The bed was a mattress on the floor. When I first met Ingrid it was freezing. The electric heater, all three bars, smelling of burning dust. She threw her clothes on the floor, lay curled against me for warmth, hair on my chest and face. Her naked back first thing in the morning. The skin just beneath her ear. Her hand sliding down.

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