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He was always up early, that was the best time to get the girls. Each morning before dawn he'd preen himself, ensuring he looked his very best.

He practised his singing every day in private, so his golden tones were pitch perfect for the ladies. He knew what they liked. He'd certainly been well taught.

He found a good spot, settled himself and began his romantic tune. They'll be gagging for it by the time I've finished, he thought to himself.

Inside 37 Harwood Street, Vera and Jack Taylor lay in bed, and sighed. Doesn't that BLOODY bird ever SLEEP??!!

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    Kate Gowers over 8 years ago

    Surprisingly non-gory/non sick ... for you ;)

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    Bryan Thomas over 8 years ago

    I like it!

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