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The Old Lie by The Scribbling Wren @soosietweets

Reposted from: here ‘Dry?’ Sally shouted. ‘No- the Dolce. And some Edible tree decorations.’ Sally went ahead to Mark’s; Delia had done mustard mash. Nigella too but she’d used wholegrain. Colman’s couldn’t keep up with demand but according to Helen’s recce M&S was getting a delivery. We trudged wearily on. Bent double under the weight

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Bustle by Rob @rob_o_parsons

Reposted from: here Stupid, stupid, God how he disliked this, he soo did not want to do this. Why did he leave it so late. Normally he was organised and did all this online but for one reason or another he had not got around to it and now he had no choice. He was

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Bustle by Sparkly Dust @art_of_serenity

Reposted from: here Andrea watched the mop haired woman across the street bustle her three children out of the people carrier and into school. Not long ago, Andrea would have consulted her watch, smug at how late they were running. Her watch was gone though, her guru had advised she stop adhering to formalised time

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Bustle (Marching Orders for CHIRM) by Mary Finch @finchymonger

Reposted from: here Marching Orders for CHIRM Mission Class: H – F.C.R. Littleton Colorado, Annual Summer Festival of the Arts, 16 September 1997, 13:28 Subject: 2′ 9” Female, curly reddish hair, flowered shirt, affinity for pinwheels.  No wings or halos–that’s C and above stuff. That day it got sneakers, jeans, and a t-shirt–much more comfortable for observing. Chirm

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BUSTLE – (The Gutter Prince, Part 11) by Nathan @baboonicorn

Reposted from: here Continued from part ten. To start from the beginning, click here. When Sir Richard opened his eyes he was standing barefoot on the cobbles of Portobello. The soles of his feet were blistered and raw and he was still wearing his dressing gown. He must have walked there, in a trance, perhaps? The sun was

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