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A familiar knock at the door; it reminded me of a cat scratching at carpet, all nails and fury. All four of us knew who that was. One person sighed audibly, one pretended not to hear, another got up to open the drawer of the printer as though something urgent had occurred to the paper…
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Sandra gazed at the small Asian man, at once incredulous and wondering if he had employed some sort of test, some odd but kind professional mind trick to fully expose her despair so clearly for all to view. So they could see she was at her lowest ebb, Clear, undeniable, solid, evidence, though why would…
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Bathed in a strip of yellow sunlight was the neighbours boss eyed cat crapping on the lawn. i watched from the open doorway. It didn’t bother me; I hated gardening. It wouldn’t affect me if the entirety of the neighbourhoods cats all came to defacate here creating a small mound of competing markers; well but…
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Far From The Madding Crowd 