I was sitting in a cafe last week when I overheard the pair sitting beside me. It was one of those pigeon-hole coffee houses where patrons are elbow-to-elbow rendering eavesdropping a requirement.
As best I could gather, the woman – in her mid-thirties – was a biology lecturer at one of the many nearby universities.
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