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Chapter 8
“Yes, but that answers your earlier question about whether she has got over your death, doesn’t it? Come on, let’s go cheer up ourselves and that little puppy! Do you remember where it lives?” “Yes, in Splott. Could we just sort of fly over there? Its only thirty miles, and I’d like to get a look at the old scenery again”. “Of course, we can”, she said taking his hand and smiling. “I’ll be Wendy and you can be Peter Pan”. xxxxx “I really am torn between living in the city and the county side… Do you have a preference, my dear?” “I’m like you. We lived on Bryn Teg for so long, didn’t we? I loved our little cottage there and the privacy, but they aren’t really issues here. To be truthful, I haven’t had a place to call my own since I’ve been here, but then, it is perfectly easy to live l
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