‘This one,’ hisses Jonno, and I follow him through the gap in the hedge. Twigs tear at my clothing and it isn’t quite wide enough, so I have to drop my shoulder and push, but on the other side, hidden from the road, I stand and stretch gratefully. My back aches from stooping to hide. […]
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