Daddy Poo
Sensations of the potato kind
He comes nearer, she comes nearer, nearer
Tonight, bugger the calories
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Sorry, my battery died
Shut up, Bitch!
The following morning Tavistock resigned
BLOOP
I wanted to say, "Have you eaten, are you OK?"
Head-On
Yes, I did, and then I started crying
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The bald heft of the bayonet entering
SHIP
I do that, she shouted stupidly from the kitchen
Kill! Kill!
Beneath the wooden floor
Basically Dad, you're a hermaphrodite
Ginger
After we had burned down the school
PEA
He was twelve years old, perhaps thirteen
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