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Chapter 44
After James and Haswell leave, I set myself up to work. Despite the nature of the task in hand, it feels good. This the first time I’ve been able to devote myself to a project in… goodHow long? It feels like years. Something solid to do. do.Work that’s mine… mine…Comfortable in my armchair, I sling my feet up, ankles crossed, using a small coffee table as a footstool. Cutting into the cake, already missing two slices, I bite in… Hmmm… … chew, swallow, then bite again… Some sort of candied peel dots vanilla-scented sponge. It’s soft and moist, and ever so slightly crusted at the edges and base. In fact… Not bad at all… Topped with marzipan and finished with a hint of lemon in the icing, the cake wouldn’t win any prizes for subtlety of flavour, but Girl meant no harm… Went to s
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