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1.1 Despite the burning toner cartridge Her cold spit laden lips smell of
a childhood lost wondering about how to meet her father’s
expectations.

1.2 Despite all evidence, I’m told She’s a
Born Multitasker
as she claws her efficient crop trying to mask
another lost moment of terrified discontent
in a storm of dandruff and uncommitted pleasantries.

“Printers do breakdown now and then I suppose”.

1.3 Through the two-way mirror of Her coke bottle spectacles
I see her see-sawing pupils
magnifying the terrors of late timesheets, late trains
later periods
her boss’ shadows down the long corridors which could end her Brilliant Career
at any moment faster than any baby.
What would Daddy say then?

1.4 She knows more about this place than anyone, and She’d Have It All
if She knew
that she already did.
If only they'd known that Daddy was terrified his little girl
might too feel her soul chill at a lost promotion
when he asked what happened to those three lost marks
on her year nine maths mid-term.

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1.5 Not a chance.

"You go" she gestures,
once again.