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The Laundrywallah's Tale
The Laundrywallah's Tale Isn't it fantastic! An absolute paradise, just like the brochures. You can't imagine anything bad happening to anyone here, can you? Not with the beautiful beaches, the sparkling sea, palm trees and sun, sun, sun all day long. The locals must feel as though they're in heaven!
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Obeahman III
She had to find a husband, a good man who would take care of her brothers and sisters and in return for this she would work hard for him, just as her mother had done all her life. She'd never give her heart to him though. Msoto would learn from her mother's mistake.
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Obeahman II
Despite the way he was with her she missed him. Although living with him was like living on a knife-edge, she missed him. When they found his body, what was left of it after the hyenas and vultures filled their bellies, she'd taken him home and prepared his remains for burial with her own hands. She would let no one near him and even when her children were driven from the hut by the smell of their father's rotting carcass she took no heed. She washed the dirt and dried blood from what remained of his flesh and carefully pasted the scant ribbons of skin back on to his bones with a mixture of water, flour and an egg. She examined her work carefully. There were huge gaps of missing flesh and in truth he no longer looked like a man at all but like a raw lump of putrid meat fit only to be flung to the dogs.
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The Blessing
If beauty was all it really took To write our fame in the cosmic book If wealth was all important too, Kings and queens would jump the queue If the outward signs we try to keep, Mean more than physical, which sleeps
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The Fall & Rise of T642
'It's a shame right enough,' Johnnie said sadly and I remember him clapping me gently on my wheel arch as he spoke. 'We've covered a lot of miles thegither,' he went on 'but you've clocked up a million miles now and in this business that makes ye a disaster waiting tae happen.' He climbed into my cab then and my step groaned in pain. Johnnie is a huge guy and for ten long years I've suffered
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