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Fairytales #5


What could I do? What could I say?
Me? The single man next door.

I said she could come round whenever she liked but that she’d have to go back home. She couldn't stay. She wept. And when she got her breath back she described things no youngster should know about, never mind have to endure.

But I let her go back.

For that I will never forgive myself.

As I looked out of the window before bed I saw her ball floating on top of the pond. I decided to go round first thing to talk to her parents.

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