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The black coffee almost scalded her throat, but she didn’t care. Warmth was warmth, and right now she would take anything she could get.
She’d lost quite a bit of weight over the past weeks and months — more than she could account for through simply lying in bed for much of it — and it’d shocked her to see how much the treatment had taken out of her. It was cold — abnormally cold — but Caroline was in no doubt that she was feeling it more than she would have done in any other year.
She’d joked with her colleagues about London being perpetually five degrees warmer than the rest of the country, but it’d only been a partial joke. Snow and frost had been rarities, and where they occurred they tended to be gone before breakfast. The cold had been damp, dreary and miserable. Here, it seeme
