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Cathy’s frown cleared. ‘Yes, got it. It was Monday, when I took in the post and there was a picture postcard for Fernanda. She often got post at the shop, she said it was more private than at home. Only she wasn’t in, of course, and Mrs A said she wouldn’t be in for a few days because of her fat…
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