Miranda by Darryl Morris

He had seen her every morning when he had bought his take-away coffee on his way up to his office.  She sat at the same table every morning, and they smiled at each other. One morning she gave him a plain white card, with her name and a mobile telephone number. “Call me!” she said....

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