Your Only Friend

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Come on, come on, come on – where are you? I know you’re out there, just dying to meet me. You can’t resist me. You can’t run, can’t hide. Because I’m ready for you. I’ve always been ready for you. Don’t be afraid. All you’ve got to do is show yourself – let me take care of the rest. I’ll listen to your hopes and fears; I’ll say those things you need to hear. It’s easy. And then you’ll give me everything I want.

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Sinead straightened her back and tried to ignore the dull ache in her feet as she rose up on tiptoes, searching the crowd for her final victim of the day. It had just gone five, and the offices were chucking out. Drained workers emerged from drab grey buildings and out onto the pavement, joining the flow of pedestrians moving purposefully through the suburban high street. The day had been long and exhausting. One more sign-up and she’d have met the team’s sales target. This week she was collecting on behalf of Macmillan Cancer Support for her fundraising agency. Last week’s job had been a lot easier – Battersea Dogs & Cats Home. People didn’t like hearing about aggressive brain tumours quite as much as they did cute homeless puppies. She straightened her green and white vest, making the Macmillan Cancer Support logo more visible across her chest.

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