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in It's not ok to feel blue and other lies curated by Scarlett Curtis

‘Sorry I’m late,’ I said, as the door was opened by a small woman of around 70 seventy with short hair and an astute gaze. ‘I got lost.’ The eyes brightened even more. ‘I see,’ she said in a slightly amused voice. There was a pause as if she wanted my words to hang in the air. ‘Well, then. Do come in.’

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