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alan20 · M
@SW-User Sometimes one thinks fast, sometimes the opposite. My father, self employed, would collect certain items from peoples' homes for repair. Sometimes regardless of his best intentions, they'd lie in his workshop for ages. He once met one of his victims face-to-face in a village shop. "My god, it's Bertha! I'm so glad to see you. Somebody told me you'd died!". She believed him.
