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The Apartment #73

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The wind buffeted the tops of the trees. The black silhouettes of tall buildings and factory chimneys, the belltowers of schools, the spires of churches, blackest against a black and starless sky, all shepherded the cold wind.
But the wind cannot be governed.
Too soon it fell against the window of Daniel Ryland's apartment, its invisible hands slapped on the glass, pushing, rubbing, cold and clammy and unfeeling.
Ryland stood up and closed the curtains.
Danes flicked on the light switch "We need to know what we're dealing with," he said.
"With your permission, my friends, we'll conduct a seance.".

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    Christopher almost 4 years ago

    Really suspenseful, Drew. On a different note, what happened to your Twitter page?

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    Drew Martyn almost 4 years ago

    Thanks Christopher. I've had to stop going on Twitter for a while, I was spending too much time on there and not even tweeting that much. It was was wasting my time - ok, I was wasting too much time on it. If I find I miss it I may go back on, but so far at least it's proved a good decision :)

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    Christopher almost 4 years ago

    Fair enough. I just wondered what happened. Thanks for clarifying it.

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    Christopher almost 4 years ago

    Oh, Porcelain Tears on Twitter sends you a mug of ale and cheers to your health.

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    Drew Martyn almost 4 years ago

    Oh thank you Christopher. Would you do me a favour please and send her a few amphora of wine and a loaf of fresh bread. Lovely lady, one of many people I will miss on the-T-word.

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    Christopher almost 4 years ago

    I sure will, Drew.

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    Drew Martyn almost 4 years ago

    Cheers Chris, that's great :)

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