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“I say, Wally, have you ever seen such a fine crisp day? It’s a great day for a walk.”
Grey eyes, partially obscured by thick copper strands of cork screw curls, peered out with a hint of hostility, as Wally stopped writing feverishly. “I…
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The blue sky beckoned.
Heath looked down at the treatise discussing the profound affects of gamma rays on turnips, before succumbing to the periwinkle horizon dusted with puff-ball clouds. Yes, he admonished himself the turnips would have to wait!…
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