In those two years before she had found me, I had started to die, to wither up and fade away and die inside. And it was like she was forcing me to come back to life, and it hurt the way physical therapy would hurt.
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I guess I wasn't so aware of crime then, although I did once find a thief in my garden. He told me straight away he wasn't a burglar, he was a car thief, and he'd 'just crashed a nicked car' and left his friend in the wreckage. Which explained the sirens. I gave him a cup of tea and he got a taxi home. He said he'd 'sort me out' for helping him but he never did. Probably for the best.