The CollectorI left home six months ago. Mum and Dad were up in arms, especially when I told them where I was going.“London? You’re off your trolley, girl. You’ll never cut it there. I bet you’ll be back in six months...”I reminded them that I was twenty-five – time to strike out on my own. I’d saved up some money, too, as a deposit for a nice flat. Reckoned that finding a job would be easy since I’ve worked in shops for nearly ten years. There must be hundreds of supermarkets, fashion stores and the like in this city.Didn’t have much of a promising start, though, and ended up in this dingy bedsit above a
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