It's 2.00am.
I'm driving the cab.
It's full of young men going home from the pub.
The phone rings. I don't recognise the number.
"Marcus Holt, hello"
"I love you Dad" says Favourite Daughter who is driving home to Dunsborough with Clare and has the urge to ring me.
"Thanks, you've made my night, I love you too."
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