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Irmgard and I took Sophia to the playground this mornimg. It was cold and the air was crisp. I expected dew on the slides and the swings. When we got there a few dads were wiping things down to give their kids a shot before the crowds arrived. A guy named Ingo was very chatty and I said we had friends on his street. John & Suzannah...'Ummm...' he said. Hilde's parents. Oh, of course, my daughter ...

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Chapter 15: Do I Want To Remember?

... suddenly spits. I stare up at him in shock – what did I do? He stands up and leaves the table. Frank watches him go, looking upset. ‘Don’t worry, I reassure him. ‘He’s always a total bitch in the mornimg.’ Frank takes a sip of coffee, then suddenly stands up too. ‘You know what? I’d better go. Mom told me to get back early.’ ‘Okay dude, catch ya later.’ I don't know what his problem is. All of a...

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Chapter 15: Do I Want To Remember?