The way she walks, The way she talks
She showed me a picture of a man in a hat
Twenty-Five Airmail Envelopes
Vauxhall Victor 101
Why do dark stories illuminate?
Remembering Tom
I looked up the meaning of your name. It means shit-head
I am a fish, desperately coming up for water
When I think of you, I see flickers
I'm in bed and you're in bed
A bowl can't but a tin can.
It's an interesting ward
I have never been happy
Wild Horses, muddy water
The Devil's Blog
A secret full of houses
It's set in Miami. And Nantwich
Let me know if you want to continue
I need a better name, something Polish or Romanian
I could try joining it up?
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