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Then – bam! – some twat in a beat-up truck cuts us off. “Outta my way, you filthy war boy!” I yell, pissed as hell. Nearly smashed the martini glass I don’t even have. She’s cacklin’, lovin’ the chaos, says, “You’re mad, ain’t ya?” Damn right, doll – mad for ya curves and that hustle. “Shaken, not stirred,” I wink, dodgin’ potholes like I’m dodgin’ Blofeld.

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Later, I had to head back to the church. St. Michael’s, you know? It’s a lovely old building, but today it felt heavy. I had a service to prepare for, and I was feeling all sorts of emotions. I mean, being a clergyman can be a bit much sometimes. You see people at their best and worst. It’s a lot to carry.

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