1) The shop is my only source of income, 2) I don't have family or friends or a safety net of any kind out there, 3) The fainting thing makes me an easy target; I could conceivably eventually sell the shop, pack my stuff into a suitcase, and catch a bus out of Colchester, but what then? The school thing might help with that, but again, that's tied to IRIS. I'm like one of those little rehab animals that can't be returned to the wild.

I'm honoured, thank you! Right now, I'm writing fake Yelp reviews from a bunch of fake accounts saying their restaurants gave me salmonella.