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Death of the Gypsy Woman

I used to smoke. Ten years, maybe, when I was young, until I decided enough was enough. As I recall, I tried a number of different brands, depending on how cool they were deemed to… 

Out, damned spot!

Hunkered down in our bunker, from which we venture once a fortnight in our hazmat suits to get rations, we haven’t yet – touch wood – been attacked by the virus. If I do get…