A lady with a bull terrier moved into the repossessed house at the end of the terrace. Each morning Sebastian sat in his chair, just to the side of his front room window, and watched the houses opposite his, their lights flashing on just long enough for the gulping down of cereal and slurping of tea. Banging front doors and the footsteps of working adults and school age children sound-tracked the emptying street, leaving just the very old, the very young and their carers behind...
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