On many nights, mummy sleeps in the garage outside, next to the Mercedes Benz 190 that no longer has tyres and is so dusty that Junior and I can spell words on the glass windows; she places her wrapper on the ground and lays on it then uses her head tie as a covering cloth. […]
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