THE FOLLOWING MORNING brought with it a storm almost as fierce as my mood. After all the excitement of my conversation with Raymond I’d been itching to speak to Pete, share with him this latest realisation, maybe even show him that I was ready to change but instead of a lovely chat with my fella, I’d been forced to talk to our answering machine. Never h…
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