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Bobby was late. Just left me standing there outside the train station. When it started to rain, I gave up
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Bobby was late. Just left me standing there outside the train station. When it started to rain, I gave up
Continue readingIt was early morning when I heard him leave. The door clicking shut behind him with a deliberate caution that
Continue readingHe rang the bell of course. As soon as he saw her step out on to the street. Hearing it,
Continue readingLottie was my grandmother’s friend. As a child her name confused me. To my ear, Lottie was the sort of
Continue readingThe tree stands on a mound at the top of the hill. From this vantage point it has views out
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