Chapter Eleven.
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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