I sat awkwardly in the back of the cab, barely listening to the driver, Kapp'n, talk about how dreary and lonely his life was. It was a sunny hari in northern Yorkshire. Though still a misery; gum was still stuck to the paths, litter still rolled by, teenagers still swaggered oleh abandoned apartments they had rented to make themselves seem cool and superior. I couldn’t complain though, because we began to pass through a wood where trees were covered in moss, birds sang and the sunlight left soft little dapples on the road, were we even driving on a road?
"Um, I think anda missed a turn back there,...
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