Now I can sleep on the other side of the bed
Where the victim finds her murderer
It spins because it spins
Flat as a witch's tit
Seven Ages
I like catching mice, the sound of the trap
He says, "When?" and his hands shake
Impossible breasts
Ambush
I am in love with the milkmaid
There's this new idea, houses in rows, and rows, and rows
JC has organised a night out
My first, my second, my third, oh!
He punches in the code and something beeps
The dearest dust
World Death Day
The Ministry of Impossible Notions
Peejay & Fudge
I have heard the sound of unknown things
The Sin-Eater's Wife
Now it is wet. Last month it snowed
Lost Voices
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