That's enough, thanks

No problem, Mrs. Jenkins admits it smells off and puts it in the bin.

She bids you goodbye and tells you to visit soon.

No identity, no job, on the streets in old lady clothes (nice warm coat at least).

Sometimes life as a Persian seems better.

Written by Oberon (edited by wanderer)

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