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“No! Don’t!” Kirsty was back beside him

“Give me a minute,” he told Betty “And for the record, it isn’t your shop Put the bat down, you’re scaring people What are you doing with a cricket bat anyway? You’re Scottish”

“You want by ball?” Betty de back into the shop

“What’s ‘numpty’?” he asked Kirsty once he’d shut the

“A numpty An idiot”

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“You want to call your ear?” he said as he pulled on his jeans

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Her green eyes ide and pleading

“How about we return it in the ?”