More editing goodness

I interviewed this guy Tummy, he's a self appointed security guard on High Street by Mad Hatters coffee shop, on the corner of High Street and Thompson Street. I stayed in Thompson Street for a little while, and sometimes he'd be quite a nuisance, coming to tell us that one of the 5 houses in the street were broken into. The thing is we know all the people in the street, and they all said they were fine. It seemed like he was telling us this to ensure us that he was useful and necessary, and that was so sad. So I walk past him everyday and we'll have a chat, cause he's very amusing and talkative. Then I shoved a mike in his face and he clammed up, all the stuff he'd been telling me about his hardship vanished and all he could get out was that work is important to him. So I was going to discard it, but now as I went through it and edited some, it actually doesn't sound half bad, and his voice holds his hardship, without him having to say it.
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