It''s Monday Morning 5:19, and I''m still wondering where she''s been, ''cos every time I try to call I just get her machine. And now it''s almost six am, and I don''t want to try again, ''cos if she''s still not back then this must be the end.

.At first I guess she''s gone to get herself a pack of cigarettes, a pint of milk, food for the cat, but it''s midnight now and she''s still not back.

It''s Monday Morning 5:19, and I''m still wondering where she''s been, ''cos every time I try to call I just get her machine. And now it''s almost six am, and I don''t want to try again, ''cos if she''s still not back then heaven knows, what then, is this the end?

At half past two I picture her in the back of someone else''s car - he runs his fingers through her hair... Oh you shouldn''t let him touch you there!

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