I was sat on the settee, staring into space, thinking of nothing really. The fire was crackling away. It had mesmerised me, reduced me to a state of medidative trance.
The coal shifted. I returned to a state of normality.
I was sat on the settee, staring into space, thinking of nothing really. The fire was crackling away. It had mesmerised me, reduced me to a state of medidative trance.
The coal shifted. I returned to a state of normality.
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