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Mrs Scot had let me into the flat and sat me in the sitting room without a word except *** en" rather bruskly at my back. Hannah I assumed was still in bed or dressing or fast asleep. I gazed around the room like an explorer in some ancient land. It was tidy but drab. Statuettes stood on shelves with photographs of people in kilts who looked and stared with a certain pride. The window revealed a span of grass a fence and a sight of road. Hannah went past in a flash and closed a door. I thought I saw her part naked but I wasn't sure. "She'll nae be lang" her mother said standing by the the door eyeing me severely with her dark eyes and sign upon her forehead should say " Death this way lies".
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May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 3:42 AM UTC
Awaiting Hannah 1960
Mrs Scot had let me into the flat and sat me in the sitting room without a word except *** en" rather bruskly at my back. Hannah I assumed was still in bed or dressing or fast asleep. I gazed around the room like an explorer in some ancient land. It was tidy but drab. Statuettes stood on shelves with photographs of people in kilts who looked and stared with a certain pride. The window revealed a span of grass a fence and a sight of road. Hannah went past in a flash and closed a door. I thought I saw her part naked but I wasn't sure. "She'll nae be lang" her mother said standing by the the door eyeing me severely with her dark eyes and sign upon her forehead should say " Death this way lies".
TerryCollett
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May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 3:42 AM UTC
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