He saw his wife, playing in the classroom’s sandbox. He watched the grains trickle through her fingers & waited for his turn.

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It was dark. The time had come. He sat there, gun in hand, ready for the job. He went to stand up. The cat climbed on his lap.

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As he stood in his belly button costume looking at the nautical attire, Ian realised he’d misread the ‘Naval Party’ invitation.

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“I can’t believe it!” she said. “Uh-huh,” Derek replied. “I promise, Marjorie, it’s not butter.” She bought two tubs.

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The bus drove passed as he used his last bird. “Fuck it,” he sighed as the green pigs chuckled.

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9 bottles of milk sat outside the house. In her 85 years, Mrs Feathersby never owned a cat. And she wasn’t a fan of cereal.

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The two titans battled hard and strong for minutes. Harry tripped and scuffed his Kickers, Billy fell and squashed his Quavers.

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Terry finally popped his cherry. He smiled triumphantly at the mess, licked it off his fingers and threw the stone in the bin.

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He flicked through the dictionary searching for hope. He found none. He kept looking, but there was nothing.

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Like his father, with a bottle of gin, Barry gave his life to man the lighthouse. No ships crashed, but a mermaid broke his heart.

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