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In later life, my mother reverted to ‘Kate’, but my aunt stayed Bill until she died. One of my daughters saw them walk past the window, tarted up for a night out and well past their use-by date, and said, ‘Oh look, there goes Bait and Kill.’

Not perfectly identical to the trained eye. One had God. One had Gin.

See if you can tell which is which and guess which one I got.