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Catastrophe!

The devastation was unbelievable. Glass crunched underfoot as he stepped tentatively into the carnage. A solitary light flickered into life, then died. Where was Murray? This would take some explaining!
A noise to his left set him spinning towards the tree. There, crawling out from under crushed pine was Murray. Collar askew, he crept forward, twined apologetically around John’s legs, and dropped the one unbroken bauble at his feet.
John sighed. Just another Murray Christmas.

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Reluctant writer, word dabbler...tea maker, coffee drinker, rum imbiber, chocolate eater.

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