On Being Eleven
When we were eleven, we rode bikes, planned secret rendezvous behind the sports-equipment shed and wore masses of butterfly clips in our hair. When…
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Mensa Material
You reach over to steady the dozen drinks in their cardboard trays as you drive back to the editing suites in Santa Monica. You…
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Sweet Enough Already
I’m at an interview in Eastbourne, Wellington, saying: I moved here a few months ago and I’m taking some time off uni. I don’t…
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