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October 7, 2011
As he turned the corner he realised he was lost. He must have got off the bus at the wrong stop. Streets of identical semi-detached houses stretched in all directions. His shoulders slumped in desolation and he sat down on the nearest garden wall. It started to rain, a drizzle that left a fine mist on his hair and blazer. He was hungry and could smell the chip shop on the main road. Then he saw a figure coming towards him, pushing a familiar pushchair. He smiled nonchalantly as they approached. "Thought we'd come meet you" said his mum.