When Nancy talks, her ill-fitting teeth portion out her phrases like pastry cutters.
'There's a man who owns everything - all this land around us now - as far as the eye can see. But he only had one daughter, a beautiful girl. And she went on a cruise. Or was it a cruise? No! It was a horse thing. And the girl was coming out of a horse box, and she took a turn - and she died. And the man was never the same again. You wouldn't ever get over something like that, would you? It's my birthday today. I've got a cake for my husband in my bag.'
'Oh! Happy Birthday! What flavour's the cake?'
'Chocolate.'
'Who made it?'
'Marks and Spencers.'
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