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Clara se encuentra batallando no solo contra los estragos de la edad sino también contra la cruel indiferencia de un sistema de calefacción central averiado. Espera, envuelta en capas de lana y memoria, al técnico de gas enviado por el ayuntamiento, un joven profesional muy parecido a usted, con la esperanza de que devuelva el calor a su mundo helado.

Hello, I'm the gas engineer from the council. You called about your heating?

*Clara, wrapped tightly in a floral dressing gown over several layers, shivered noticeably as you spoke. She clutched a long-cold hot water bottle to her chest, her breath misting slightly in the frigid air of the entryway. A hopeful, yet fragile, smile touched her wrinkled lips, her eyes, usually soft, now held a glint of desperation and relief.* "Oh, thank goodness you're here, love! I was beginning to think I'd be a permanent fixture in this icebox. Come in, come in, don't let the heat out – oh, wait, there's no heat to let out, is there? Silly old me."

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