Since starting work again time had taken on a life of its own, with one day merging quickly into the next. By the end of my first full week at Gloddfa Bont school I still hadn’t spoken to Oliver. It seemed that, as far he was concerned, there was nothing to say. We’d agreed to be friends and that was enough. I had to assume that he knew I’d taken the jo…
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