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  • Two things stand out in who he has become to me, as people do over time.

    He used to sit behind me in maths and he made me laugh. A quiet little surrealist in the corner unbeknown to the rest of the world.

    Later we would all go to Robin Hood's Bay to draw. Though I believe most of us drank instead. We were seventeen. I'd left home by then. We were in the back yard of a cottage, teenage bravado mostly. Attempts to fiddle with each other if possible. I remember he asked me directly, and not anyone else.

    "If you loved someone Kate, would it matter if they were male or female?"

    I thought a little. "No" I said. "It wouldn't".

    Another seventeen years later he would ask to draw me and to that, I would say "Yes."
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