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‘Is that real?’ asks Matilda, aged 8, whose sister, Róisín – aged five and three-quarters, or perhaps five and five quarters, Matilda isn’t sure – is currently doing back somersaults hanging onto the struts of the upper bunk bed. ‘Is what real?’ I reply. She fingers my hair. I look at her and grin. ‘Why …

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