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Mrs Elys Travesty #11

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She nodded in and out of sleep, then shivered awake. When she lifted her head to look at the time, her neck hurt. The clock on the mantelpiece had stopped at two thirty, though it had been two thirty for a few weeks. She checked the display on the DVD. 00:05. The curtains were open, the window reflected the living room and showed the blackness beyond. Carl hadn’t been going fast. Not like the other driver, who'd been so drunk, the policewoman had said, he couldn't stand up by himself when we got there - but he'd escaped the wreckage unharmed.

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