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She was thinking of Paul a few weeks ago, in the Easter holidays, with her at one of those awful Friday Evening Dancing Class parties her mother had made her attend.

`` Hello, Julie, how are you ''??

And then off he went so casually, to someone else with breasts better developed, more obvious in a lower-cut dress, someone without a mouthful of wire bands and an inability to find words that would hold him.

I wish he was with me now, she thought, and that we were both the ages we are and doing what was once only pretense and acute embarrassment.

Oh God!!

I wish I were older or younger, Julia Bentley thought.

I wish so much someone loved me.