I grew up on a suburban street with lace curtains and dull neighbours, so I made up stories to tell my friend, in which they became serial killers and burglars. She told her mother, who then told mine.
Stories come to me in mysterious ways, more like dreams than reasoned creations.
When they talk to me, people say, 'I didn't expect you to be how you are.'
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