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Published: March 1st 2009
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Flatmates FleeI returned to a quiet house. The lights off, the rain eased; released its muffling embrace, relaxed its hypnotic drum, a bass beat upon the roof slowed to an ebb of tap, tap, tap falling from the leaves and eaves. A jet plane had vanished early Sunday morning into the cloud cover taking with it two EF teachers, my flat mates, Mick and Kelly. "They've made a runner," Don passes me a n...
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Hay u orang pamekasan y.kenalan dong.he he he....