Say Yes by Sharmayne Riseley

I feel strange as I sit on the cold aluminium bench at South Brisbane Station and wait for the 5.17. I’m over-warm, but not in a Queensland summer kind of way. My face is warm, my eyes sting, I’m breathless and the top of my head is floating. High blood pressure. It’s to be expected...

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Sharmayne Riseley
Sharmayne Riseley
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