I can't touch the room now. I throw a duster over it occasionally, but it has to stay the same.

Reading it was unbearable, as it reminded me how close we'd been.

She dressed as a goth, wore dark eye make-up and a long black coat, but was a neat, clean girl.

Meeting Jack was a pivotal moment for me. I was trembling with nerves, but he's just a sweet, smiley, wee boy who likes football.

He went to her room and grabbed her by the neck, started to strangle her and punched her a couple of times in the face.

I may have a feather duster down my pants.