Prolog Gun and Jo
The day I meet Jo she was still Josephine and I was still Gaven, who worked in her mother’s shop. I still had my frizzy, curly mop of hair but it was still black, undyed and long.
That day, about midday, a girl of 16 came running into the shop and hid in the dressing room. A few minutes later a boy burst into the shop growling.
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