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i think i remember the sergeant saying something about Oldton. She came to Oldton before she sadly past away in Liverpool. Her friends said she loved the open fields and the railway. It took her away from the manic nature of her life and of Paris.
She stayed as a lodger, keeping herself alone. She loved the long walks when her bashed the sticks against Oldton primary school's railings. This must have been in 1999, before she saw Richard. I imagine when Richard came, her Oldton was dead. Good sturdy Oldton, the only firm thing in her life.

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