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“It’s just a brush,” she says.

“No,” Danny says, looking back up at the two cathedrals, one old and grand, one new and strange, facing each other across the city like two old boxers in a draw. “It’s a reason.” Liverpool

Amina refused. “This is suicide, Danny. Your da fell. Don’t you get it? The fall is the point.” “It’s just a brush,” she says

“Then why write it down?” Danny insisted. “Why hide it?” “It’s just a brush