Fiction
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She marched in like an angry bull. Swinging her bag on to the sofa, she was huffing and puffing while removing shoes and socks. Slamming the door of the shoe rack, she stomped towards the washroom. “Unusual ballistic attack on the way”, predicted Mrs Chitterchatter. And before she could ask Read more…