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Dad. Prove to me youre my son, he blurted out one afternoon. I could have given him a good kick onto the stair landing, but instead...
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Granddad, yes! Sam, a lanky boy wrapped in a coat far too big for him, clutched his grandfathers hand, shuffling...
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The brides mother, Margaret Whitfield, slotted me into the worst table with a smug grin. Know your place, she said....