I went back to the van and checked my email, hoping for something from the paper. In my sleep-deprived state the previous night I’d convinced myself they’d be falling over themselves to print my story but now, in the stark light of day, I was a little less convinced. I dialled the number for the Burry Port reporter and left a message, explaining my stor…
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