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Guns and Old Lace

Gilbert found his three elderly aunts in the garden, drinking tea. “Aunties!” he called. “Is everything alright?” “Why of course, Gilly,” said Gertie. She shoved a bowl into his hand. “Have some strawberries.” Gilbert ate the fruit with relish. They … Continue reading

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