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When I was about 15, maybe 16, my mother and her partner owned a Fish and Chip shop . That room there on the right of the building was my bedroom. Over the back fence there was a block of flats. In the end flat, lived a woman, possibly in her mid or late 20s. I saw her a few times over the fence. One summer she played the album Human Racing many, many times. Tairawhiti Gisborne summers were hot,…
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