I hear a wrenching sound of tendons stretching and testing their anchors on the bone.
A skulk of foxes, a cowardice of curs are tonight’s traffic whispering in the yards and lanes.
'You're not ruddy going anywhere,' he said, slamming the door behind him.
Then could her Sangsters loud their steven raise.
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