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The woman hurried towards me, then when she was close enough for there to be eye contact, she pulled up. For a moment I thought she was going to run away. Then she put one foot in front of the other, moving at a snail’s pace.“Martin?” she asked, extending a cautious hand.“And you must be Meghan,” I said as we shook.“Sorry I’m late. Only…”“Think nothing of it.” I glanced up at the town hall clock, as I had done at intervals for the past quarter of an hour, registering each passing minute,...
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