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“Taylor!”
“What?”
“I thought I told you to take this rubbish out last night, what’s it still doing here?”
“I’ll get it in a minute.”
Grace Smith scowled as her son entered the kitchen. “Why don’t you ever do anything the first time you’re told to?” she wanted to know. “You’re just like your dad, he put everything off, no matter how many times I told him about it. The only thing he ever did in a hurry was leave.”
“Yeah, well, maybe if you hadn’t nagged him so much he might have stuck around,” Taylor snapped. Before his mum could react to that comment he yanked the bag from the bin and headed for the front door, so he could leave the flat and make for the lift.
When he reached the ground floor he made his way out the back door of the building and crossed to the bins. He lifted the
