Grey Camborne A Short Story by Anonymous Reginald Connor was thinking about Richard Meadows again. Richard was an arrogant monster with tall elbows and ginger lips. Reginald walked over to the window and reflected on his industrial surroundings. He had always loved grey Camborne with its long, lonely lakes. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel relaxed.
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