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It had been a long weekend; Barrett was bushed by the constant ferrying of furniture, a bed, and an infinite supply of heavy cardboard boxes (did those things breed??). He wiped the sweat from his brow, and surveyed the empty house.

At last, this was it - the final van load of the family's belongings that were ready to be moved into their new home on Farringdon Lane.

As he rounded the corner into the lane, he slammed on the brakes in shock. The house they had bought - their new home - had vanished. All that remained was a vast, empty space.

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