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  • I come back to the flat. I come in. I hug Caitlyn. I tell her that I’ve got an address. I tell her I think we should go. I say we should get a taxi. So the next day, I order a taxi to pick us up at 11 o clock in the morning. I give the taxi driver the address. I’m wearing a suit. It’s the best suit I own. I iron my shirt. Polish my shoes. Caitlyn says "You look very smart." We get in the car. The taxi driver starts to drive. And all the way I hold her hand. It feels like we’re driving for hours. He drives us somewhere outside Liverpool. Somewhere near the sea. He stops and says, "this is it". It’s a tiny church. I can hear the sea in the breeze. I can’t get out the car.

    I take a deep breath. And I get out the car. I go, I go and speak to somebody in the church. A man. And I follow him. He takes me to a grave. And there’s my mum’s name. I can’t say anything. I just sit down on the ground. And Caitlyn is sitting next to me. We just sit there. She says, "Hi. My name’s Caitlyn. I’d like to marry your son. I promise that I will always look after him." And I feel so angry. I say to Caitlyn "We need to go now." And we do.
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