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Tom and I head off towards the road, holding hands as we clamber over the pebbles, my toes cold and numb inside my boots. Even though it’s not a particularly cold day, sitting around on the seafront doing nothing isn’t keeping me especially warm.
‘You cold?’ Tom says, feeling me shiver.
‘A bit. I’ll be alright after a walk.’
‘Never mind a walk. Come on, this way,’ he says, pulling me across the road and up a side street. A couple of minutes later, we walk into a kids’ play park. There’s no-one around, and it strikes me that slides, swings and roundabouts probably aren’t massively popular in the middle of December.
‘This should keep you warm,’ he says, hoisting himself up and climbing along the monkey bars like a chimpanzee.
‘I doubt it. That metal looks freezing!’
‘Should’ve brou
