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Vine Square, morning, Ben OTA
Kelsey had expressed a deep and terrible need for box files. Preferably multicoloured ones to speed up filing. Ben considered this to be a frivolous but reasonable request. He would have preferred sensible black ones, but since Kelsey did the filing, and did it so well and so cheerfully, and nobody would be seeing them anyway, he was walking back across the Square with a rainbow's worth in two huge plastic bags.

Plastic bags were anathema to Ben - especially cheap tin ones that stretched and split and, as now, spilled their cargo onto the pavement.

"Oh f ...." There was a toddler nearby in a stroller so Ben bit that word off and said, "Drat," instead. It didn't have nearly the same cathartic effect.