Chapter Eleven.

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I go out the door for a mob of paps arrive.

Are you like your mother in a sense you'd kill bowie?

No I am not psychotic.

What was wrong with you last night that you had to be held up?

I was feeling really ill, better now though.

Was this anything to do with David hurting you?

I'm not answering that.

I push through them, then I go to the shop and look at the newspapers.

Bowie with the daughter of Manic Murderer

Bowie Drugging Manic Murderers Daughter

Bowie Taking Ill Girl On Stage

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