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  • There was something about him that was so languid, lounging there looking cool in his flip-flops despite the baking heat.

    He could have looked out of place like that on one of the formal doorsteps of Fitzroy Square as office workers bustled by on their way home, passing through his domain.

    Not him. He'd taken ownership and belonged. As elegant as the masonry where he'd rooted himself. I wanted to sit down beside him stretch out my legs and let go of my burdens.

    But I had a film meeting to go to and the day was drawing on.
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