In the corner of my eye, above the relative order of notepads and CDs, I can see the sad ruin of the garden shed, silent and crumbling in a nettle bed. Inside, brambles try to make their escape, scratching at windows that crack and break, held together in the embrace of neatly spun cobweb lace. […]
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