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| 25fcb0d | Coffee?' he called from downstairs. I went and looked down from the low wall overlooking the kitchen. 'Yes, please.' 'Real coffee, or instant?' 'Instant's good,' I said, and went downstairs to see him reach down two mugs from a shelf in his beige and steel kitchen. 'Milk?' he asked, spooning instant coffee from a metal canister. 'Yes, please.' He added milk, filled both mugs from a tap in the corner of the sink and passed one over. I looked.. | Danielle Hawkins |