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Dulcie’s eyes widened. ‘I knew you were young, but that’s obscene. Sixteen.’
I laughed. ‘Is it?’
‘Yes. Sixteen is barely even a memory for me. Sixteen is a foreign country. Sixteen is a photograph in a suitcase left on a train bound for the Orient long ago. Some might suggest that to have so much ahead of you is utterly enviable, though if I had a chance to do it again I wouldn’t. At least not now.’