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Taffie watched as herfather unloaded thetubs of fish from hisbattered trawler,“Morning,Taffie,”he grinned,droppinga tub half-filled with speckledflathead onto the trolley.“Mornin’,Dad,”shecalled.“Did you have a goodnight ?”“Filthy night,”he grum-bled."The sea was sidewayschoppy and the prawns were