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The alleyway was deserted, save for the occasional squeak and scuttle of one intelligent mouse tiptoeing across to the bins in an attempt not to alert the scrawny alley cat softly purring beside them. A smell of fresh garbage
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He wanted to win this thing so badly, in fact, he could taste it. Rock n roll was his life and nothing had dissuaded him from the course his life had taken.1Not his Mother; who had cried for days after seeing him emerge from
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It started, as most storms do, with a single raindrop. By one o’ clock in the afternoon, it had turned into a downpour. And by five, it had developed into an onslaught of biblical proportion, battering the city of Candlewick
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Their undead life had turned out not to be quite as bad as they had expected it to be. Sir Rilmword and Drelcom the Dark wandered through their surroundings of blackened stone
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