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And I know what you're thinking â€" how did someone like me end up here, with her? School trip. Peak district. They pulled names from a hat and we, along with twenty or so others, got picked. We're dumped in a hotel run by old people who don' t like ... Being a poet does not mean you will have the right words for every occasion. Not every thought has been said before. Maybe I understood something unspoken, or maybe words made me brave. I took the book from her hands. ...