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The soft cawing chirp of the small blackbird on the shore hobbling from the salty water, dragging one small black wing behind it with a sorrowful look on its face. The beach, if it could be called that without being mistaken for a warm sunny soft holiday beach, was a miserable sight. Not one animal or person walked the shore, linked arm in arm holding their shoes and letting the icy cool clear waters lap at their feet. If anyone attempted to do that their feet would probably become frostbitten at the first touch to each tiny piece of grey sand, still damp from the rain which had fallen only minutes before hand. &n
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When History Repeats Itself 2As the old car pulled away at an alarming rate Éonie barely got time to wave to her cousin as the old woman raced back to the empty hotel, positive now the mischief maker had gone for good she could get some more customers. Sighing almost instantly as she realised that if she didn’t get moving she would probably be left in Russia with no money, not a place to stay and it was extremely cold she began walking. The thick black tights, which were beginning to grow small balls of fluff on them from the amount of times they had been washed, were a necessity even if she was travelling to London, which was apparently warmer than KrasnoarmeiWhen History Repeats Itself 2
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When History Repeats ItselfThe lights flickered off just as she’d picked up the newest book in her collection of many. In the darkness of the room she could see absolutely nothing but only the dark outline of shapes illuminated by the frosty winter moon. Outside was bitterly cold and now the power had gone off, the heating with it, she had begun to feel the cold nip on her bare toes. Frowning lightly she shut the book noisily and slipped off the bed with precision, not having to feel her way around to the door at all. Power cuts in this part of the town happened regularly and so living in the dark had become somewhat a usual occurrence and something that wasn’When History Repeats Itself
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