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Listen to me carefully, the housemate continued. Either your daughter hands over the car to me, or she

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Just Mum says youve become odd, she muttered, rolling her eyes. I remembered the fresh argument with

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Hey love, you wont believe what a nightmare night Ive just had. So, Martha Jacks mum dropped by for dinner

A rustcaked council car rolled up to the tip. A huge, drab grey rag shot out onto the concrete slab.

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