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        A pale arm fell off the side of a grey car seat back. The young man stretched as much as he could in his cavalier. He yawned, loudly in the silent sanctuary which the late morning sun was invading. His feet rustled food wrappers beneath his feet, like fall leaves in the crisp frost; a sharp sound. All this was lost in a few quick moments, not important in Richard James Edwards mind.        He had just left his rock-star world behind. The other day was when he left little gifts' behind for his band mates at the hotel; James, Sean and Nicky. Hopefully they would