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| The Spook, by Mary Herbert. |
I won't mention that when the gravel truck came to dump it, I panicked in the adjacent paddock and spent a good two minutes careening madly with the terror of my horse-brained ancestors.
No, that will be a little secret, held by me and the goats and FarmWife. Only we shall know.
Ears,
Fenway Bartholomule
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