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nerves and get those words flowing. I
pull out my MacBook, switch it on,
connecting to the Wi-Fi.
"There you are," Chelsea walks
toward me, grinning. Her raven hair is in
a high ponytail and she’s wearing
dungarees. "Killed anyone yet?"
“Just gotta get some admin out of the
way.”
Chelsea smiles and sits in the seat
opposite me. I peek through the headings
