Millie: The whole of the city is aglow. I look down at the underage whore lying on the gravestone. I slip my fingers into her cunt, and slide my other hand inside my trousers. I love this feeling of the overwritten and the shocking.

Jamie: Shite. That's her on her mobie. I'm going to be late, la. I love Millie to bits. She's like me fucken sister. She's a bit posh, reet, what with her being at the Uni, but she's still a laugh. But it were better when it were just me, her, Sean and our Billy. Sean used to sell Class As. He's now got a salon an' he's given Ann Marie a job.

Millie: It's not the same with me and Jamie. I don't fancy him, like, never have, but that Ann Marie is a right bitch.

Jamie: We're driftin' apart. We all like to get eckied up, do some beak, la and hit the Stellas, but Millie, she's somethin' else. She's wastin' her fucken life. She hasn't even answered me text that me an Ann Marie are gettin' married.

Millie: What would I say? Jamie's too good for her; everyone but Jamie knows she's more than a beautician at the salon. I hit the vodka and this girl gives me the eye. "You're Professor O'Reilly's daughter. Every third year wants to fuck him." I sober up fast. It's been me and dad ever since mum left. I can't escape this city. He needs me. I need a whore. I pay her £50 for the night. I slip a bottle inside her. I feel the orgasm of emptiness.

* * *

Millie: Herpes and gonorrhea. I can feel my cunt close down. I can feel my life close down. I'm way behind with my coursework, but I just don't care.

I call Jamie. "Let's do some E and go to Wales. Just like the old days."

Jamie: We go to Llangollen and it's almost as it was. She's loved up and me cock's stirrin' but we do nothing, cos that's not the way it is. And when we come down we're as far apart as ever.

Millie: Jamie and me are like old times. Ann Marie gave me a right look when I took him out tonight.

There's this girl in the bar who's drunk and throwing up and I take some pictures of Jamie and her with her knickers down. I then take her to the toilets an' slip me fingers in her cunt. Jamie goes home an' I go off to Sean's. I've never fancied Sean. "Take me up the arse," I beg.

Jamie: Ann Marie has seen the fucken photos an' she's fucken left me. Why did you give her the photos, you bitch?

Millie: I find the letters from my mum. Why did you fuckin' hide them, dad?

Jamie: I know it was Billy who gave the photos of me and the girl to Ann Marie. Come back, Millie, I've always loved you.

Millie: I'm off. On the bus past Glasgow. I see my mum through the window. I'm coming home.

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