I used to buy her chewy sweets. She loved to munch on curlywurlys, Maoms, Fruit pastilles. I used to be the gum she loved to chew. Now I’m trodden flat on the tarmac, outside her posh London flat where busy men and women commute to work. Ignored and forgotten, feeling doubtful of being scraped up and chewed again.
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