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"Good."
"Are you all right?"
"Yeah. Just a little hungover."
"Well, we can call it off if you want?"
"Oh no. No."
Pause.
"So," he began. "I'll see you in twenty minutes.
I don't fancy driving, perhaps we can walk?"
"Yes, that'll be nice."
"Right."
"Okay, see you soon then."
"Right, cheers."
"Bye."
He put the receiver down, went over to the
stereo and turned the music up again.
Call it off? Like hell.

You are

You are my field
And I have come to lie here
You are my tranquillity
And I have come to rest here

You are my sanctuary
And I have come to hide fear
You are my hope
And I have come to face fear

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