We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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"Put a blanket."

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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