Buying yellow flowers for a friend's birthday, the girl in the cafe-cum-flower shop has a feather hanging from one ear. She finds me a brown paper bag to carry my purchase.
'I don't have one', she says when I explain my resolution. She turns to her colleague with red hair and a severe fringe. 'What's your middle name?' she asks for me. The red-haired girl, making a cappuccino, has a mildly disapproving look but gives an answer.
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