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Above the accountant's this guy in a bathrobe has made the tea. Above the estate agent's this guy finds a shirt on the rack by the window and dresses. All those first morning things. I have a good start on them: Jamie has already told me who dies in the Alien trilogy; I've already used a tea bag strainer to punch through my chest and mew at him.
Down on the street the chef at Nakama stands in the door and looks away when a fly moves out the shadows. It's very bright. The chef has a combover and sun on his crown.
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