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She’d played the actress’s role for so long, that the stylised gestures and back-row projection had seeped into the most intimate of conversations, so that a shared half-hour over coffee felt like a

Pinteresque vignette. In doing so, my words took on the character of lines, pre-ordained, requiring an expressive twist and little more. It was better, then, that we stopped talking.