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Denys She had been cleaning again. The bleach stung his nose when he opened the door. Melody was curled up in the armchair, sleeping. His adorable little kitten. He popped the kettle on and watched her for a few moments. Since that cat had come into the village she hadn’t been right, she barely even left the house, unless she had to. She whimpered in her sleep and her hand with the missing finger made a fist. He made them both a herbal tea, then woke her gently. “Here. Drink.” He said. She rubbed her eyes and sat up. One of her plaits had come undone in her rest and her curls were wild over her shoulder. “We are going out Melly. You and I. Go get ready.” ‘Where are we going?’ She mentally sent him. He chuckled at her sleepy confusion. “We are going to the fair.” Melody The f
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