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Peeping Tom

The cold from the window pane was throbbing against his forehead.His breath contorted the glass and he convulsed with anticipation at the images he saw . He had been standing in the one place for so long his toes were pins and needles and he had doubled over with the pain of a leg cramp.He still could not go.
First light he bounded around to the kitchen door waiting for his breakfast . With luck there will be a lamb bone from the previous nights meal

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