'I'm sure this fat tongued bastard is stalking me or something'thought Mary.
'How else would he know my order before I said anything?'
In retrospect, she managed to piece together all the strange goings on over the past week, and, leaving the restaraunt, it dawned on her that the fat tongued one was in fact the man who had been stealing her post. The man who had been sending obscene letters to her and her children. Most worryingly, the man who had been dribbling down her chimney.
('How else would he know my order before I said anything?'
In retrospect, she managed to piece together all the strange goings on over the past week, and, leaving the restaraunt, it dawned on her that the fat tongued one was in fact the man who had been stealing her post. The man who had been sending obscene letters to her and her children. Most worryingly, the man who had been dribbling down her chimney.
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