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It was a mere glimpse as he'd trudged back from the inn the previous night: a lamp-lighter, ethereal in a moonbeam. It was love. Lamps already aglow, had he missed her? He clung to the iron curls, doused in a cold wash, as a lantern rose from a tomb, followed by his love.
#garotte
When Mr Jenkins bent down in the detention room to retrieve the marker pen for the whiteboard, he was shocked to find a garotte around his neck. Milly Taylor, in one flapping trainer, was furious that she'd been pulled up yet again for incorrect footwear at school.
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