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A few moments later, Martin was back in the hallway heading to the kitchen. A frantic banging on the front door stopped him in his tracks. He opened the door to Fiona standing on the step struggling under the weight of what looked like the innards of a knackered photocopier.
‘Morning, Martin.’ Fiona struggled past him with the unwieldy machine.
‘Morning Fiona…, what is that?’
‘It’s the innards from a knackered photocopier.’ Fiona seemed surprised he even n...
Published on February 08, 2016 06:21