THE VISION OF BRENDA P
On the left is my view from my bedroom window. I see the school library.
I'd recently become overwhelmd by a vision of Brenda P. I suffered in silence....her pale, chiselled face.
Ttwenty-four years on I draw on a memory that I KNOW to be accurate.
Even now I frighten the life out of working-class girls.
I'd recently become overwhelmd by a vision of Brenda P. I suffered in silence....her pale, chiselled face.
Ttwenty-four years on I draw on a memory that I KNOW to be accurate.
Even now I frighten the life out of working-class girls.
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THE VISION OF BRENDA P
On the left is my view from my bedroom window. I see the school library.
I'd recently become overwhelmd by a vision of Brenda P. I suffered in silence....her pale, chiselled face.
Ttwenty-four years on I draw on a memory that I KNOW to be accurate.
Even now I frighten the life out of working-class girls.
I'd recently become overwhelmd by a vision of Brenda P. I suffered in silence....her pale, chiselled face.
Ttwenty-four years on I draw on a memory that I KNOW to be accurate.
Even now I frighten the life out of working-class girls.
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THE VISION OF BRENDA P
On the left is my view from my bedroom window. I see the school library.
I'd recently become overwhelmd by a vision of Brenda P. I suffered in silence....her pale, chiselled face.
Ttwenty-four years on I draw on a memory that I KNOW to be accurate.
Even now I frighten the life out of working-class girls.
I'd recently become overwhelmd by a vision of Brenda P. I suffered in silence....her pale, chiselled face.
Ttwenty-four years on I draw on a memory that I KNOW to be accurate.
Even now I frighten the life out of working-class girls.
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