she said, "you've got a lot of things to learn"

by Rachel Lynch in

the pathological significance of clothes, the stylistic necessity of cigarettes, the heavy mascara, the convertibles, the longing, the blossoming sexuality, the confusion and time spent doing nothing.

A melancholy mix of Catholic blood and sect-like socialism. He told me I was the wildest little girl the world ever let lose, and that he can't keep me.

if you want to know the truth about the tale, go and ask the milkman.