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9 NEW HOBBIES
9 NEW HOBBIES When Sally, the counsellor, came to the cottage on Monday morning for their fortnightly meeting, William had a lot to tell her. He sat her in Sarah’s armchair and related the events that had occurred when he was in Annwn, as Sarah had told him. Sally recorded the interview and made notes as usual. “And this further information came to you in a dream, did it, William?” “No, I told you, Sarah was here and told me herself, when I said that my recollection was hazy”. “I see, you are one hundred percent certain that you were not asleep or dozing?” “Yes, Sally”, he replied starting to feel irritated. “I was sitting here and she was sitting there where you are... just like we are now”. “Here, in this very armchair?” she asked squirming a little and then feeling foolish for doi
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