PostPostSpoke to Jan. It’s sorted.
Spoke to Jan. It’s sorted.It was less than thirty seconds before he heard the tone, alerting him to her reply.
What?? HOW???
What?? HOW???He smiled inwardly and typed out a response:
I’ll tell you later. Don’t worry about it, it’s done now. Forget about him.
I’ll tell you later. Don’t worry about it, it’s done now. Forget about him.He set off down the street, steering his way out of the town and back towards the village. He had planned to catch the bus, but before he knew it, he found himself passing the stops, welcoming the chance to journey on foot instead, to spend time alone and think. He was part-way down Salt Hill when his phone chimed again. He extracted it from his coat and glanced at Victoria’s latest message which appeared on the screen:
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