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Chapter Four – Begging a Favour
Chapter Four – Begging a Favour “WOW, WHAT HAPPENED to you?” asked Dave as Carrie arrived by transgalactic gateway through the cupboard under her kitchen sink. Carrie slung her Council Officer’s toolbox onto a table and peered at her reflection in the stainless steel panel at the back of her cooker. The hazy image was dishevelled, dirt-smudged and inflamed with pink marks from the baby placktoid attack. “You won’t believe it.” Carrie bent down to pat her dog, Rogue, who was quivering with effort as he resisted the urge to jump up and lick her face. “Sit down,” said Dave. “I’ll make some tea.” With a sigh, Carrie slumped down at the table. While waiting for her tea, she related the events of the siege, the words pouring out in a torrent of outrage and incredulity. After a while she cal
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