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Thrre was something about the way he stood. Rather like a stag, antlers bowed like a falling branch. Of course that was only my interpretation of it. No his weapon was the serrated edged knife in his calloused hand. This was no stag fight for supremacy, this was just an unnecessary act of wanton violence.
It was the heat. She was used to weather struggling to reach 70 degrees in Manchester. Then she realised that it wasnt the sun, but the heat of hells fire. She remembered the car vearing off the road and then intense pain
I wonder if Julie got home safe. I left her at the town hall, it wasnt late just after midnight. She was rather the worse for werar, but I'm sure she'll be OK.
I love the shoes. 'Too high, youll break your neck,@ mum had said. I frowned and wked out the door.
'Would you like to come through,' I smile sheepishly, its mum and the doctor who's just fixed the bandage.
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