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To my friends Ben and Ting, proof that love blooms gloriously across cultures, and whose DIY wedding inspired this story.
This is a work of fiction, which means that any corruption of government officials or questionable market activities comes purely from the imagination of the author, who is sure these things don’t happen in real-life.
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Breathe, Emma. Pretend this is just a perfectly normal walk, like the time we went rambling all over Hampstead Heath and even though it started to drizzle and Auntie Rose had spent ages getting my hair straight, I acted like I’d been wishing for a clammy mist to come along and soak me through.