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miles from the end.’
I can barely bring myself to
ring him, imagining how
crushed he must feel, but
when I do he simply says,
‘The swim was good, it went
according to plan.’ That is
except for the meat pie he ate
at the O2, which he is certain
is what made him ill. As he’d
expected, the main difference
compared with his earlier
swim was the size of the
waves, which he found