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My last lover broke up with me in the more-than-real. It was an email, the writing of which he had evidently agonised over, as he did all writing, and it arrived in my inbox as I was about to read to my child before sleep. We were reading Roald Dahl’s Danny the Champion of the World. My seven-year-old still enjoys being read to at night, and will follow this with an hour of his own reading of whatever chapter of the book happens to be on the agenda at that time. He’s not too obsessed with the more-than-real at this stage and for that I’m grateful.