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Balloons were popping for Brody. He felt good. He was reliable and undeniably smart but he wondered where Jude was and who was that woman who gave him the matchbox.

His phone rang. An unfamiliar voice seemed very familiar with him.
“Reference Library, Croydon at noon.”

The George Street Tram Stop was a five minute walk to the Library. Brody pulled up his collar. The icy wind blasted his face. He kept his head down.

The church clock started to chime as he went in the Library. Was that Stella at the desk?

“Can I help you with anything, sir?”

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    Frenchie about 3 years ago

    Intriguing... I want to know more.

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    Neville Hunt about 3 years ago

    Indeed! Me too!

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