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May 28th 2006 Time on Jersey falls away like change through the hole in my jeans pocket. It’s easy to forget that its passing until you look back and see all the money you’ve lost. In this leg shaking, coin scattering year, April and May are the feeling you get as you stand making small chat with your not-altogether-unattractive neighbour and receive that sudden, cold, momentarily baffling (and yet strangel
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