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was eight. I noticed that my brother used to get letters. I didn’t get any. None at all. When his friends went on holiday, they sent him cards and jokes and he’d sit there, laughing and pointing at them. ‘Yeah. . .hee hee. . .really good.’ Sometimes, he’d get some kind of letter from people he didn’t even know: something
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