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Soaked and exhausted she sees a light...

The wind howled mercilessly as it forced the cold rain under her hood and soaked her to her skin.

Through the trees she saw a light and found the refuge she needed.

“Come in, come in. You poor soul.”

The old woman sat her beside the fire and brought her a bowl of steaming home made soup and a chunk of fresh crusty bread. Soon the heat radiated throughout her body.

The old woman placed something on the table.

She looked at it and gasped.

“Seven Ninety-nine? Blimey, that's expensive!” she thought as she handed over her debit card...

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