I WAS browsing the bookshelf in a charity shop when I glanced up to see my neighbour outside, trying to come in. With his arms fully encumbered with a large bag, the door was proving difficult to open

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GEORGIA wasn’t supposed to be at her grandparents’ house that day. Her plan had been to go up to her boyfriend’s house in Manchester. She was to be set off early from work, getting there in good time

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