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This was life, really lived, really experienced, a passage of magic that would flash before our eyes when we died.
‘He must have returned it. How did he get a key to my flat? Jesus, it’s like every-fucking-body had a key. Half of fucking Romania was waltzing in and out!’
In the end, I think the Crown Prosecution Service took public opinion into account. It would be a waste of taxpayers’ money to charge me for the murder of a baby-abductor and mass rapist.
