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Fairytales #9

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When Derek came home from work just as she was admiring the latest Philippe Starck Toilet. She rose. Paused and took a sharp breath.

This.
Was simply not right.

Relief flooded over her in the next room as she saw what she thought was Derek's bed. Just as Nigel got home.

She ran immaculately manicured nails over the Lincrusta walls as they walked down the landing blessed with both picture rail and coving.

"And you all live here together? How very... " She tailed off as she struggled to find an appropriate word. Her face twisting to a sneer.

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