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But then, just when I think I can relax, I get another call. There’s a fight breakin’ out at the park. I sprint over, and it’s just two blokes arguing over a game of footie. I mean, c’mon! It’s Didcot, not the World Cup! I break it up, and they both look sheepish. I’m like, “You two are lucky I’m in a good mood.”

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