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My dad was lying on the floor, wiping

Desmond’s bum. ‘I can’t do this, Barry . . .’

he whimpered, still bent in half like an L.

‘You look like you’re doing fine to me,’

I said, thinking how there was no way

I was EVER going to have a baby,

seeing as it’s bad enough wiping my

OWN bum, let alone someone else’s too.

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