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Luke stood at the front door with a suit bag and a sheepish smile. Anne’s first impulse was to shut the door in his face. ‘What are you doing here?’ she asked, stunned. She’d barely seen or spoken to Luke since their divorce a year ago.
‘Hello Anne,’ he said. ‘I need a huge favour. I need my trousers shortened.’