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Cold War – Friday Fictioneers, April 2015

  “In my day,” said Sandra, peering at the magazine over Doug’s shoulder, “an arse that size would be considered a deformity.” “In your day, Sandra, an arse that size would have been concealed beneath a bustle.” The two care … Continue reading

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