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Letters
Debbie was sitting on the terrace outside the pub, drinking a pint of stout and playing with her phone. As Bonnie took a seat opposite and sat down, Debbie looked up, a worried expression on her face.
‘Phone’s playing up,’ she said. ‘Might have to do a text run.’
‘A what?’
‘A run to some high ground, send some messages. It was working okay yesterday, after Shaun climbed up the phone mast and cut away the ivy, but it’s on the blink now.’
‘What happened?’
‘I have some issues,’ Debbie said.
Bonnie leaned forward, resting her chin on the backs of her hands. ‘Tell Auntie Bonnie.’
Debbie gave a long, dramatic sigh. ‘Like, basically, I’ve got Mitchell really wanting me to go back to Bristol, but I’m not sure I can go back to him right now. I need some time to myself.’
‘Um, wh
