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Miss Kelly was stepping out of the car, her clipboard grasped firmly in her hand.
"Phew!" whistled Alan's Dad.
"You don't half pick them, do
you?"
"She's a Social Worker. She is on a fault finding mission.
I've been meaning to run her down."
"You can't even drive."
"I've been meaning to learn."
"Too late now, sunshine."
