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| France Portnawak |
“So, here is where he writes his smutty books.”
“He writes smutty books, the vicar?!”
“You didn't know?!”
“No!”
Silence took over the whole room. They crossed their arms in sync and tilted their heads.
“The desk is huge.”
“It is.”
More silence ensued.
"I wonder how long it would take to destroy it?"
"A few minutes?"
They nodded.
"We need to find a creaky window."
"Boring."
"So... What then?"
Silence.
"OK, grab his books. We can read them out loud during mass."
And the two glided on to the next room, sneering. This Halloween promised to be great fun.
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