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Roisin and I are up on the moors and the wind is blowing a hoolie. I open the van door, and it slams firmly shut in my face. “Do we really want to go out there?” I ask, hoping she’ll say no, knowing she’ll give me that look which says, “suck it up, Mum.”
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