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  • The tall, skinny guy unfolded like a deckchair and clambered out the jeep. He had one of those faces that at first glance seems unremarkable, until I noticed the eyes. Lapis chips set deep in brown skin like pieces of midnight.

    It was like that moment at the beginning of Beethoven's Fifth symphony, the one that begins on an indrawn breath. We did the handshake thing, the butter bright day flowed on. At the surface you wouldn't have noticed a thing and I guess that was when I knew, though I wouldn't admit it for months after.

    On the surface not a ripple. At depth, mayhem.

    The skin round his eyes crinkled when he smiled.

    He smiled a lot.

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