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— James, who’s that? Why are there so many people here? — Helen’s voice trembled; she squeezed my elbow tighter.

— Either you take him home today or I’ll tie him up by the road, — snapped the man in the pricey jacket

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Mum, why are you just standing there? Sign here and here and hand over the cottage before Sunday.

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I sometimes get the feeling that my veterinary practice is less a clinic and more a nightwatch for odd

The night stretched like a thin ribbon of smoke, and the house seemed to float above a fogfilled meadow.

Mrs. Dorothy Clarke left the chemist clutching a paper bag of medicine and resolved, for the sake of

The suitcase was already leaning against the front door while the pot on the hob still simmered with

Dad, Ill call you, said the girl in the front row, clutching her phone to her chest as if it were the










