The first clue that things could get out of hand began on the journey down south.
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Boss of the Benchtop
One bidder stood out in the crowd; he was determined to buy me.
The Name Game
The cars would pull up outside the property like Waterloo Station.
Most of my floorboards creak now, but the burglars would not stand a chance if they picked my address to pilfer from.
From Shore to Shelf
“I was on the beach, what about you?”
The name tag was there on her work shirt, and the writing was on the wall. In a heartbeat, his life had changed forever.