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Back up, back up.

Even my own glasses can be rose tinted, at times. Human nature, self-preservation, mental masochism – whatever the reason, I’m just as prone as anyone else to imagining a past more perfect than the present. It probably does me no good.

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Prologue I

It started in the woods.

I’d like to say it started in the forest, because forests are enchanting in all the most wicked ways; but it started in the woods, where kids skulked off for fags and TWOCers burned out their rides and where, bafflingly, you’d get the occasional abandoned fridge-freezer.

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