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Andrew had always been surprised by his own ability to sound composed, even genial, when his mind was reeling.
Never mind EastEnders—this was pure telenovela.
It never stops at Weyfield, does it?”
Each regret seemed to summon another, as if he’d turned over a log in his mind and revealed a writhing mass of wood lice.
