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| 71 Hopscotch We would run ahead, stop, spin around to see where we had been mistaken. Or we sat apart together, bemused by the running, the shouting. At the pension office too, we were laughing spies. With a glance I moved your eyes to a fat old woman in pigtails, her face stamped by disappointment. I said nothing. ...

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