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Call to book

First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m sprinting down the street, dodging pigeons on Market Street. Those little buggers are everywhere! I swear they have a secret meeting spot or something. Anyway, I finally get to the meeting point at the North Walsham War Memorial. It’s a nice spot, but I’m sweating like a sinner in church.

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