Paula:
[ironically]
Oh for christ's sake what's wrong with me?
Paula:
It's like this house doesn't want me to work... it doesn't want me to write this book
Paula:
[on her novel so far]
It's one of those crap novels you find in OXFAM! Smelling of fags and wee!
Paula:
[Linda is rewritting her draft]
Your my P.A... not my Ghost Writer
Paula:
[on her childhood summers]
They were hot... so hot... sometimes i could hardly breathe... like there wasn't enough air
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