I didn’t get on with my landlady. Why? Because she was too nice. Perhaps I should explain.
The morning light was pouring through the window into my bedroom and the lamps in the flat were blazing brightly, but my heart was a solid black, like an abruptly extinguished cigarette. Out late the night before, I’d stayed over at a friend’s place, and when I got home early that morning, I found I’d been burgled.
It took the polic...
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