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Pretty soon the conkers would be falling, she could already see their plump, cherubim bodies spiked and dangling like baubles, or those underwater bombs, from the oak leaves, hanging limp.
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC
Autumn approaches
Pretty soon the conkers would be falling, she could already see their plump, cherubim bodies spiked and dangling like baubles, or those underwater bombs, from the oak leaves, hanging limp.
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC
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