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'Hi Mum,' I say. I lean over, kiss her forehead and pull up a chair. She's in a dark-blue nightie and is lying on her side, legs drawn up beneath her like a dying bird, arms held out in front of her, bent at the elbows across her scrawny chest. ' (Introduction)