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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, it was beautiful as the