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- ‘I’m on my way back home,’ I lied. ‘Back home for a rest.’
- As I spoke, I imagined walking into the farmyard with Hangman’s Hill just visible on the horizon, through the murk. The dogs were starting to bark and I was approaching the back door, splashing through puddles, the rain driving into my face.
- B2 C20
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