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Alexander P. Artridge was well and truly stuck up his pear tree. Both of his hands were jammed between two separate branches. His legs were tangled together. His mouth was stuffed with dead leaves. He had no choice but to spend Christmas Day alone and watch his wife’s lover sneak in through the back door.

© Carl Burkitt 2018

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