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| It's Harriet again. She's begging for butter. Well, margarine. She knows that coffee sometimes means toast, and toast means...a little scrape of margarine for her. So that's where she hangs out. Photograph by Ian Lind  |
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| It's Harriet again. She's begging for butter. Well, margarine. She knows that coffee sometimes means toast, and toast means...a little scrape of margarine for her. So that's where she hangs out. Photograph by Ian Lind |