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My nice new red Doc Martens, slightly old blue jeans, a sort of brown/tan Siouxsie t-shirt and an army surplus jacket tossed gaily across the back of my chair.
I am feeling wonderfully post-punk today.
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And then a chubby puppy with teensy legs rolls past which makes me giggle like a little school girl and forget what I was thinking about...
Breathing heard just below the floorboards.
The sense of something terrible rousing itself from
from its torpor.
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