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Blue Earth
Mar. 22nd, 2009 01:56 pmThe government falls in late July, after a year of constant rain, though in the end it’s not the rain that does it, but the hurricane that rips through London and takes the roof of the Houses of Parliament, and the spire of Big Ben. Maggie hears a rumour that someone was selling the authentic clock to the highest bidder, but no-one she knows has actually met the seller.
Of course, by the times the news gets to them, it’s early September. “Good thing we weren’t thinking of buying it, then,” John says with a grin.
“I don’t know.” Maggie picks at a strip of peeling wallpaper. “We could stand to brighten this place up a bit.”
“Everyone’s a critic,” John says, He pours the last of the pan of boiling water into the two remaining mugs and picks up the tray. “You ready?”
Maggie holds the door open for him. “Let’s go.”
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Of course, by the times the news gets to them, it’s early September. “Good thing we weren’t thinking of buying it, then,” John says with a grin.
“I don’t know.” Maggie picks at a strip of peeling wallpaper. “We could stand to brighten this place up a bit.”
“Everyone’s a critic,” John says, He pours the last of the pan of boiling water into the two remaining mugs and picks up the tray. “You ready?”
Maggie holds the door open for him. “Let’s go.”
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