On the street in England, a young boy with Autism named Christopher
START: CHRISTOPHER: …Do you know Mr Shears?
MRS. ALEXANDER: Not really, no. I mean I knew him well enough to say hello but I didn't know much about him. I think he worked in the National Westminster Bank in town.
CHRISTOPHER: Father said that he is an evil man. Do you know why he said that?
MRS. ALEXANDER: Perhaps it would be best not to talk about these things, Christopher.
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MRS. ALEXANDER: Oh my goodness.
CHRISTOPHER: And she died.
MRS. ALEXANDER: Oh my goodness. Oh Christopher I am so, so sorry. I never realised.
CHRISTOPHER: Why did you say "I think you know why your father doesn't like Mr Shears very much?"
MRS. ALEXANDER: Oh dear, dear, dear. Christopher look, perhaps we should take a little walk in the park together. This is not the place to be talking about
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