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’ Then memory hit and he stared at his friend. He had just arrived from Manchester, whence he had been summoned by that treacherous thief-taker. The weather's been foul enough for the last fortnight, but I've never turned my back upon it. She stood 218 there, broken bottle still in hand. He drove her home that night, kissing her again and again at stoplights. You never can go back.
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