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NICHOLAS BOOTHMAN
waved Selina up to the microphone. She wore a white
shirt, a denim miniskirt and black Doc Martins. Instead
of heading for the podium she took off in the direction
of Catwoman. “Hey. Can I have that?”
Thrilled, Catwoman launched herself onto the
stage and presented the mike to Selina with a bow
followed by a theatrical ta-daa to the audience and a
covert finger-wave to Anwar.
“I am very, very confused.” Selina began.
She walked to the front of the stage and addressed
a couple of thirty-something guys in the third row.
“I bet you never had to walk down the street and
there’s a group of boys or a man and you have to cross
the street to avoid them. Huh?”
She moved along to two young women sitting
together.
“We all do it don’t we? As a human person I have to
go out of my way because of another person, another
human person. It’s not their fault, I don’t know them,
they could be my future best friend for all I know but
everyone tells me I’m supposed to be frightened of
strangers. That’s not fair.”
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