Thursday February 2, 1854.
"Miss," I began, "I regret to inform you we found your poor Trudy's body lying lifeless in the street."
"Really?" she said, turning to retrieve something from the floor behind her.
She hoisted the dog up in the air in triumph.
"Clearly she must have revived," I said.
"Miss," I began, "I regret to inform you we found your poor Trudy's body lying lifeless in the street."
"Really?" she said, turning to retrieve something from the floor behind her.
She hoisted the dog up in the air in triumph.
"Clearly she must have revived," I said.
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Though this storyline effectively ends here, we will revisit it in roughly three weeks time. 😉