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  • Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit

    作者:Jeanette Winterson

    Lk mos people I lived for a long time with my mother and
    ~her liked to watch the wrestling, my mother liked
    My
    father
    tow~stle;it didn t matter what. She was n he wh e corner and
    that was that.
    She hung out the largest sheets on the windiest days. She
    ~n ed the Mormons to knock on the door. At election time in a
    Labour mill town she put a picture of the Conservative
    candidate in ~he window.
    She had never heard of mixed fedings. There were friends and
    th~re were enemms.
    Enemies were: The Devil (in his many forms)
    Next Door
    Sex (in its many forms)
    Slugs
    Friends were: God
    Our dog
    Auntie Madgc
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    Slug pellets
    and me, at first. [ had been brought in to join her in a tag match
    against the Rest of the World. She had a mysterious attitude
    !owards the begetting of children it wasn t that she couldn t do
    it+ mo~ that she didn t want to do it She was very bitter about
    th, Virgin+ Mary getting there firs So he did the next best thing
    anm arranged fo a oundling That was me
    We had no Wise Men becau e she didn t believe the e we e any
    tcannozrecallatimewhen lddno know hat l was special.
    wL+ men, but we had sheep One of my earl est memori
    ~ ,+ ~ng on . t es is me
    !~ Sactfi asheepatEase wh le she told me the oyo he
    SLlclaa..,~ Lamb. We had it on Sundays with potato
    +hol~d~I d s h day of the
    mah g~k; we had a tad g t h h tmposmg
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