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I can't exist within my own head. [[Matty Healy AU]]

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"So is the rumour true?" the interviewer asked, glancing over at me as she said it. The tone on her voice was sarcastic, as if she already knew. "Do you have a child?"
I raised my eyebrows at her, laughing nervously. "What rumour? I don't have any children." I answered back, only to be given a weird look from George; who clearly noticed my nervous laughter.
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