The Hail that Pounded like Jogging Hamsters A Short Story by Mr Pseudonym Chloe Smith had always loved hilly Athens with its prickly, powerful parks. It was a place where she felt stable. She was a daring, stupid, brandy drinker with ample eyelashes and fat fingernails. Her friends saw her as a grated, gigantic god. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a vacant kitten. That's the sort of woman he was.
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