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But a little over a month ago, he'd come to the Waterstones cafe to grab a book of photography and a pumpkin spice latte - his taste in coffee had never been especially sophisticated - and within a moment of walking through the doors, he'd been overcome with a sense of rightness. The utterly illogical and entirely absurd suspicion that this was an important place to be, in that grand and nonsensical search of his.
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