FAKES,

    FRAUDS,

           And

                FOOLS

Fakes, Frauds and Fools

Come to Grief continued

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INT. LINDA'S LOUNGE - LATE NIGHT Linda and Natasha are in the lounge. Their animals are all around them. The dog periodically licks the tears from Natasha's face before she can get a tissue to them. Natasha has a mug of hot milk and Linda has a mug of coffee. NATASHA I've got to talk about it, mum. I've got to get it out. Linda nods, knowingly. LINDA All right, Tash, if it'll make you feel better. NATASHA Oh it does! LINDA Okay. Natasha blows gently on her hot milk and then takes a sip. NATASHA I was going down the lane to the Garth field; all these black ghost like figures were trying to hold me back and I had to fight my way through them. It was like a tangled spider's web that they were trying to cover me in. Natasha sighs and takes another sip of her milk. Linda is right beside her with her arm around her. Linda runs her fingers across Natasha's forehead to take the hair out of Natasha's face and smiles sympathetically at her.

 

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