“In the light of day, locked behind a toilet door, the enormous throbbing sore had produced a hat of pus. I felt it pop like a grape in my pants as I sat down to another meal of potato and sausage. It was ringed with a blue line clear as if drawn with a pencil.Continue reading “RKS Literature: A Venereal Gift From Calcutta (Andrea Levy)”
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