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this time, I have had a constructive day at

work, you can’t have everything. There are

always more fish in the sea and all that.”

He left the courtyard into the busy, loud,

frantic noise of the road outside and put

himself onto a bus to get home.

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He got off at the bus stop on the high street

and started walking back to his flat on the first

floor of a terraced, white Edwardian house

that sat a bit back from the pavement of a wide

thoroughfare. He could hear the sound of the

traffic roaring along it even in the earliest

hours in the morning when he was in bed;

indeed, even though he hadn’t been there that

long, he now felt that he might have problems

sleeping without that nearly continuous,

wiring noise buzzing through his windows.

He blundered along smiling at the very well-

groomed oak trees that ran all along his road,