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James
James They’ve not heard me coming, too busy talking among themselves, three redheads close together, speaking quietly. And apparently, Kirstie’s in on it too. Something’s cooking… I stand in the doorway, telling myself I’m not eavesdropping. I’m in full view if anyone looks up, but no-one does. Nonetheless, try as I might, I can’t pick out the words. Damn… I give it another few seconds, then deliberately clear my throat. Three heads of red hair, and one black, pop up like slices from a toaster. “Good morning. You all seemed very intent on something there. What were you talking about?” All four answer together… “Shopping...” “The wedding...” “Books...” “The flowers…” … then look at each other. Mitch reaches into the newspaper rack, producing some glossy Sunday periodical… … H
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