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Lost Valley

Grandad called it bedlam-weather. The sort of day that makes peo-

A White Hotel

Mickey sat on the arm of the blue couch wearing Bermuda shorts

Zlata and Chi Chi

Warm and fussy, round and soft. That was Zlata. That's not to say

The Party

Try the mushrooms, he says. They're barbecued in their own juices.


When the light turns, Raymond tuck his tumb from the sleeve

Family Day

The bus labuors up Connors HIll. Raymond clasws either side of his


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