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adorable, a sweetheart. She gets picked
up at ten every morning and comes back
in the evening. Cohen works long hours,
and Sin spends hers on her computer.
She's a writer. I'm standing across the
road, in Mrs. Gregory's front room. The
old fool was kind enough to offer me a
job as her caregiver. I look over to where
she snores in her armchair, the wrinkles
on her face giving her a weathered look.
