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Dear Bob, It is three years today. I’m not sure quite what you would have made of this wheelie bin of misery since you left. I’m not sure what I make of it. All good reasoning eludes me. But I’m ok living in the dark on that. I remember the first day we met. You walked into my office and asked exactly what it was I did at the newspaper. I said… Read More
