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The Hail That Pounded Like Walking Rats

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The Hail that Pounded like Walking Rats
A Short Story
by Mr Pseudonym
Mavis Olsson was thinking about Katy Slaughterhouse again. Katy was a remarkable deity with vast abs and chubby toes.
Mavis walked over to the window and reflected on her old-fashioned surroundings. She had always loved damp Truro with its decomposing, defeated ditches. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel fuzzy.

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