Our aspirations are wrapped up in books...
Emily, 18, Stoke-on-Trent. A-Level student, aspiring linguist. Surgically attached to my iPod, first class procrastinator. Frank Turner is a bearded god, and without Belle and Sebastian, I'd have been a very miserable person.
‘Oi, Ginger! Ginger, you’re a murderer!’
‘Why?’
‘Judas was ginger!’
‘And?’
‘Judas was a murderer!’
‘Really, now?’
‘So you’re a murderer, ‘cause you’re ginger!’
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