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Mr Smith

It’s strange how certain memories that seem insignificant in terms of the events they represent manage to stay with you and strike a chord even decades later.

I can’t remember too much about Mr Smith now. I have a vague picture in my mind of what he looked like but I can recall that he was a kindly gentleman of a bygone era who was bespectacled, retired and lived with his wife a couple of doors down the street from my friend at-the-time Andrew..

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