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[likepatsycline]

I stood in the tunnel under the supermarket with Yousef, his sister and the two boys who played the accordion and juggled outside the ice cream parlour in St Martin. That day, Mum and I had caught the bus to the other side of the island and walked down to the beach through the pine trees. I picked up one huge pine cone that looked like a kind of

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[presager]

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