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Jude, I was sitting on the bench outside Tesco when I first saw Zara. She walked past with a jaunty step like you used to have; shiny-eyed, as if she was about to do something far more interesting than visit Tesco. Feeling sociable after the E I had taken, I followed her in. With her tousled hair and creamy skin, she reminds me of you. There is an edginess about her that makes me feel invigorated, as if, after all my problems, one day I will feel alive again. One day my life will work out.

‘Have you eaten here before?’ Zara asks, as I sit opposite her at Chez Luigi’s.

‘Once or twice, on special occasions,’ I reply.

‘So being here with me is special?’ she asks, flicking her hair from her face. ‘I bet you say that to all the girls.’

‘I don’t usually pick people up in supermarkets.’

‘Neither do I,’ she replies.

‘When I met you in the supermarket, you said you were a twin,’ I remind her. ‘Are you identical?’

‘No.’ She pouts a little. ‘I can assure you that I am one hundred per cent individual.’

Zara Cunningham. Not defined by being a twin. Zany. Interesting. Button nose. Perfect cheekbones. So spontaneous, so free flowing. Someone I so want to fuck.