Becky clutched her ribs painfully.
Not my feelings, not my feelings, she muttered. Feel into it, but it’s not mine.
What a load of rubbish, Becky said, coughing and grimacing in agony. Rubbish, rubbish, RUBBISH RUBBISH…..
aaarrgghhhh…..Becky wept (gently, carefully avoiding wracking her ribcage)
