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The worst secret you know should be as taboo as admitting to your mum that you imagined her face when you were born, and wondered if she split.

I saw the man I might love take a sharp right out of Waitrose, with a bag of new potatoes and some half dead calla-lillies. I thought he might notice me caught like a leaf in the doorway, but he looked very busy thinking about things.