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to fetch her one. She of course thought she was being ever so something or another. Sexy, like. ‘Damien just suits him, doesn’t it Aggie?’ And Aggie being Aggie would agree with her. Maybe I would change my name anyway, when I moved out, I thought. I’d do it in a casual kind of a way. I didn’t intend to do any serious deliberating on the subject. I didn’t see that what I was called was of so much importance to me. I could change my name if I liked and then change it again, and have any number of different names too if I wanted that. Nobody would know where they were with me then. But I’d know and that was the thing that mattered.

things that I disliked most about the two of them. The assumption they had me pinned to my name. ‘Damien Dell’. That’s what I was to them. It was one of the ways they owned me. And though secretly I was free of them it left a nasty taste in my mouth when I saw them saying ‘Damien’ with such utter confidence. Smug bastards. I didn’t like their easy assumptions and the shape their mouths went when they said my name. Or this name, rather. For the name was not me. And if Glea and Aggie wanted to be mean about me, muttering behind their hands and making a show of being discreet, they called me Baby Dell , or even Poor Baby Dell . It amused them; kind of turned them on and made them feel superior.

And that was one of the

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