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The Tuesday started like hundreds of others at the art centre where I worked as a model. I breezed in through the main door, walked down the corridor and into the office. "Good morning all," I greeted the office staff. "G'morning they returned." I turned and was about to leave when the Secretary called out, "Oh, Sophie. Just a minute."

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The neighbour had moved out in a hurry, and that wasn't the least of it. The movers that had come following his departure had seemed equally hurried about the transfer of his belongings. They had arrived during the day, when most people were at school, at work, or out running errands, and a dozen large men in leather jackets had moved the entire contents of the house into a truck in under an hour. On this fairly quiet suburban street, people noticed things like that.

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