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32 so what’s the worst that could happen? upstairs blackout curtains hung from our windows sometimes on moonless nights we’d hide under our pillows listening for planes as sirens wailed or peer into the black on black looking for some image seeing the phantom whiteness of the air-raid captain’s hat in the daylight we studied aircraft so we’d know our own and bought war stamps at school ...

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