So, so. Albert worked part-time at the florists shop in the High Street. It was his first job a kind of training process doing odd jobs and discovering the way of things. He walked cautiously down the path at Honeysuckle cottage. No one had answered his continuous knock on the backdoor. He noticed a... Sign in to see full entry.
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