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Ellie worked in a little café, because that’s where she figured an aspiring writer should work. It was on the seafront, and existed completely out of time: it came complete wit
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One Christmas, Clara the Clothes peg was hanging merrily in the garden. All of a sudden, a gust of wind carried her off her perch and over to Lapland for no apparent reason. Un
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Heavy, foreboding clouds fill the sky, blotting out the sun, swirling in the turbulent winds. Everything is dark, gloomy, shadowed. All life has left this place now, fled from
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