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'I need the exercise,' I tell him, and keep on walking. I'm not looking at him but I hear what might be a snort. He says something to the driver and the van stops. I leave it behind as I keep on walking.
After a few moments I hear doors slamming. Three slams. Shit, I have time to think.
Then, while I'm paranoid-fantasising about being picked up and thrown off the bridge by three guys, one of whom I somehow missed, the van's engine roars and it comes tearing past me, transmission whining even louder. I wonder if - as I tumble towards the waves - I'll have time to get the iPhone out, hit Facebook and change my status to 'Dead'. The wee yellow van jerks to a stop and the passenger door is opened.
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