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The Choice

When she answered the door the man was standing well back. He’d left the bags on the step, and was smiling like he was giving out free booze. She murmured thanks and checked the bags as he started to leave. Bread (one day left on it), own brand beans and pasta, couple of bog rolls, Christmas cake (in January?), soft bananas. She was angry at herself for her gratitude. She was angry at herself for her disappointment.

Oh hell. No tampons again. He was closing the car boot.

‘Excuse me!’ she called.

How to ask him? But what if she didn’t?



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