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Susan didn't stir. She was oblivious to the impending confessional that Nina was mentally unhinged and that a dog was about to ruin the road trip they had planned for so long because there was a possibility it had touched her indirectly through the method of couch infestation.

He tells her where to move it.

A bit of truth, or so I think

"I wasn't entirely sure WHAT it was..."

inside the circle we do stand...

Lyrics. Including links to hi and lo-bitrate versions of the song.

The scalloped edges of cakes made her feel like marzipan, unpopular and old. At wine lunches she found ways to make parcels of chicken and goats cheese disappear faster than sick stains off the back of a cistern.

After around thirty seconds or so of this bleak silence the phone startled into life, seeming almost more shocked that it was ringing than Sam was. He casually reached for the reciever knowing it could only be one of three people: His mother, who Sam would have put money on, seeing as it was his birthday and she'd no doubt been waiting since about half past eight to call him at a suibtable time; His old college friend Tully, who called every now and again, simply to prove his own personal statement that he'd 'Keep in touch with everyone!'; or his boss, a rather plump man who would no doubt be calling to ask if Sam could cover a shift, probably so that the afore mentioned plump Albert Sturrock could race over to his mistress' house as fast as his small little red legs could go.

You pull me over like a blanket...asking me to speed it up