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Female | Teen | 5 to 10 minutes
Starts on page 3

EXTRACT: Berlin. A winter coat. A travel bag. A red nose. And a broken heart. I’m standing on the platform at the train station. It’s cold. The train is late and my socks are wet. I’m not quite sure how I got here or where I’m meant to go next. I met him four nights ago and he was the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. His name was Emmanuel, of course, and he came from Madrid. I’d been travelling by myself for three months. The great European adventure. London. Dublin. Paris. Prague. Then Berlin.


Female | 30s | Under 3 minutes
Starts on page 17

EXTRACT: This garden is the world. Everything that matters happened here. I kissed my first boy in that shed. I was nine. He was my cousin, Tom. Down from Port Augusta. I don’t know if it counts if it was your cousin. But it was a kiss, nonetheless. He kissed me and then he put his hand down my pants. I don’t know what he expected but I think he got a shock because he pulled it straight back out again. But I liked it. I got so excited that I bit his face.