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Today is the first of September, the first day of spring, and it's been sixty four days since I last saw Sophie Abercrombie.
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I start wearing the family dog, a mini-sheltie, a little Lassie, in an unbleached cotton baby sling across the front of my body like a messenger bag, a few weeks shy of fall.
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Heat shimmered in waves across the Valley of the Kings as the merciless sun baked the desert sands into clay.
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Cindy Thomas was tuned in to her police scanner as she drove through the Friday-morning rush to her job at the San Francisco Chronicle.
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A young man is taking a shortcut home from the railway station through fields, as he does every day of the week.
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It had been three days since my friend disappeared and I was starting to think the worst might have happened.
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The industrial sliding doors heaved open to a burst of bitter alpine air, a dizzying flurry of snow, and a barrage of hoarse cries
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There they go, at the beginning of it all, their younger selves, walking through the dark, winter streets of Sheffield: Daniel Lawrence and Alison Connor.
