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Post by ian on Nov 10, 2010 16:04:11 GMT
Where the hell had that come from? Allison Margate had spent all morning cleaning this bloody kitchen from top to bottom. Her knees were red, those beautiful fingernails were long gone and she still stunk of spray bleach but it had been worth it. Her least favourite room had gleamed at least it had until a few seconds ago. A green, wet stain had appeared at the top corner just above her microwave, the stuff was spreading across the ceiling and down the tiles. Her initial anger swiftly changed to unease as the stain reached the black marble tops. Allison took a step back, unsure of what to do.
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