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The address Liv had given me sat on a private road. Not many more than a handful of houses stood at generous intervals either side of the block-paved roadway, each of them with manicured lawns that swept down to equally pristine footpaths and walls higher than my head barricading out their neighbour either side.
Banking into a driveway that cut a dark river all the way to the front of the house, I checked out the other vehicles parked along it. Anything from a personalised Range Rover to a beat up old-style Beetle sat in a long row to the front door, not to mention the extras outside messing up the otherwise too-quiet street. Kind of made me wonder how often the other residents had to put up with rambunctious behaviour. Or maybe humans just had really s**t hearing and the house sat ou
