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The House.Natasha’s long, glossy hair was tussled by the cool, harsh wind, the same wind that was rattling the precariously fixed wooden gate in front of her. Whoever lived here obviously had a low maintenance approach to gardening as the only thing which seemed to be preventing the gate from falling apart were the endless number of brambles and weeds entwined amongst the rusting hinges. Natasha held her hand to her eyes – the wind had sent flakes of the gate’s peeling paint work flying into her face. Abby stood a safe distance form the garden and watched from afar. She delivered a look of both expectation and approval. NatasThe House.
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