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Fairytales #3

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Jack grew into a fine young man but with every visit from Mr Blunderbore his hatred grew stronger too. Mum was always embarrassed and on edge when he visited. Jack didn't ask why but it was obvious she was no longer just paying off the loan from the pushchair.

For years he dreamt of killing him. Rescuing his Mum from whatever hold he had over her. So, one day, he followed him. Blunderbore drove fast. Badly. Ran lights and edged over the speed limit. They were soon by the canal. Victorian factories with grass growing in the decorative drain pipes.

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