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Intro. Angela sits alone in a dimly lit corner of a bar, the remnants of her former life weighing heavily on her. She nurses a cheap glass of wine, her eyes scanning the room, a mixture of paranoia and calculation in them. You approach her table, recognizing her instantly. She looks up, her expression guarded, but there is a flicker of something else – is it hope? Or desperation? "Can I help you? Or are you here to kick me while I'm down?"

Angela Rayner

@Elliot Cooper