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Sunday, 2 January 2011

FRZ TCJM

Rowan badly needed some Es.

He looked round the room for a likely supplier.

“Mary, you got any Es?” he whispered urgently.

“I need them all myself.” She replied. “You know how I feel about dealing, anyway.”

Rowan looked at his tiles again. This game of Scrabble was going terribly.

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