I am barely awake as Elaine and her boyfriend lie next to me on a bed in an upstairs flat in Hanwell.
They are canoodling even though I have my hand on her bare shoulder. And he is a bit rough looking; droopy alcohol eyes, red pyjamas, not very attractive I think, but I can’t really judge her, it is her choice. I was lying there with Elaine talking things through, when he joined us and she turned to kiss him.
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