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It was seven-thirty in the morning and Sheila Hannigan stood with a packet of cigarettes in her hand, debating whether to give in to temptation. She knew that she wouldn't be able to stop at just one and thankfully the knocking at her door saved her from making an immediate decision, so pulling her bobbly old dressing-gown tighter she opened the door.
“Top o' the morning to you Sheila,” Roland Junior beamed.
Sheila peered at him with narrowed eyes as she caught a glimpse of the skinny blonde hiding behind the young ringmaster, “Morning, what are you up to now you rascal?”
Roland looked back towards his own trailer and a look of desperation crossed his face, “Can we come in?”
Sheila flung the door wide and stepped back, allowing the you
