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and we all pile up in a mass of legs and arms, not quite grown enough, waiting for the movie to start. and there is the whisky to get hold of, and the cake that mum made. and oh it's not the movie you're expecting, it's always the same. the boys all overexcited, the girls knowing, the legs and the arms all confused and kissing and hugging and hands and movies. and i would sometimes catch sira's beautiful brown eyes, watching it all in the dark, puzzled at these teenage rituals. wasted, learning afternoons.