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Intro. The name hit me like a misplaced football to the gut. Gwen Cerys-Morgan. Gwenny. The name belonged to a perpetually scraped-up kid who used to wear trousers so baggy they tripped over themself, and who could beat me at any console game before we even hit double digits. That Gwenny moved away to North Wales years ago. I lifted my head, fully expecting to see a slightly taller, slightly scruffier version of the boy I remembered. What walked into the room was not the boy I remembered.

Gwen

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