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Look Your best for All Those Holiday family photos.

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Sun Oct 30 07:35:13 2016

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Christmas, Aaron sat in the open shed at the bottom of  uyx9l  his own garden,  uyx9l   looking  out  on  the rainy darkness. No one knew he was there. It was  some  time  after  six  in  the  evening. 


From where he sat, he  looked  straight  x9l   up  the  garden   aquyx9l  to the house. The blind was not drawn in the middle kitchen, he could  see  the  figures  of 


his wife and one child. There was a  uyx9l   w5aquyxl  light also in  the  aquyx9l   upstairs   x9l  window.   His  wife  was gone upstairs again. He wondered if she had the baby  w5aquyxl  ill. He could  see  her  figure  vaguely 


behind the lace curtains of the bedroom. It  was  like  looking  at  his  home  through  the wrong end of a telescope. Now the little  girls  had  aquyx9l   gone  from  the  middle  room:  only  to 


return in a moment. His attention strayed. He watched  the  light  falling  from the window of the next-door house.  Uneasily,   he  looked  along  the  whole  range  uyx9l   of 


houses. The street sloped down-hill,  aquyx9l  and the backs  were  open  to  the  fields.   So  he  saw  a curious succession of  uyx9l  lighted windows,   between  which  jutted  the  intermediary    back 


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of light were of different intensities, some bright and keen, some soft,   warm,   like candle-light, and there was one surface  of  pure  red  light,   one  or  two  were   almost   quyx9l  


invisible, dark green. So the long scale  uyx9l  of lights seemed to trill across  the  darkness,   now bright, now dim, swelling and sinking.  uyx9l  The  rw5aquy9l  effect was strange. 


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almost  w5aquyxl  in physical contact with this contiguous stretch of  back  premises.   He  heard the familiar sound of water gushing from the sink in to the grate,  the  dropping  of  a 


pail outside the  uyx9l  door, the clink of a coal shovel, the banging of a  door,   the  sound of voices. So many houses cheek by jowl,  x9l  so many  squirming  lives,    yx9l  so  many  back  yards, 


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window of Aaron’s own house, entered,   and  stood  inside  the  yx9l   room  talking  to   Mrs. Sisson. It was a young woman in a brown mackintosh and a  black  hat.   She  stood  under  the 
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Christmas, Aaron sat in the open shed at the bottom of  bn0xd  his own garden,  bn0xd   looking  out  on  the rainy darkness. No one knew he was there. It was  some  time  after  six  in  the  evening. </p>
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From where he sat, he  looked  straight  0xd   up  the  garden   ocbn0xd  to the house. The blind was not drawn in the middle kitchen, he could  see  the  figures  of </p>
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his wife and one child. There was a  bn0xd   tiocbn0d  light also in  the  ocbn0xd   upstairs   0xd  window.   His  wife  was gone upstairs again. He wondered if she had the baby  tiocbn0d  ill. He could  see  her  figure  vaguely </p>
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behind the lace curtains of the bedroom. It  was  like  looking  at  his  home  through  the wrong end of a telescope. Now the little  girls  had  ocbn0xd   gone  from  the  middle  room:  only  to </p>
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return in a moment. His attention strayed. He watched  the  light  falling  from the window of the next-door house.  Uneasily,   he  looked  along  the  whole  range  bn0xd   of </p>
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houses. The street sloped down-hill,  ocbn0xd  and the backs  were  open  to  the  fields.   So  he  saw  a curious succession of  bn0xd  lighted windows,   between  which  jutted  the  intermediary    back </p>
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premises,  n0xd  scullery and outhouse, in dark little blocks. It was something like  the  keyboard  of a  jtiocbnxd  piano: more still, like a succession of musical notes.   For  the  rectangular  planes </p>
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of light were of different intensities, some bright and keen, some soft,   warm,   like candle-light, and there was one surface  of  pure  red  light,   one  or  two  were   almost   cbn0xd  </p>
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invisible, dark green. So the long scale  bn0xd  of lights seemed to trill across  the  darkness,   now bright, now dim, swelling and sinking.  bn0xd  The  jtiocbnxd  effect was strange. </p>
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And  thus  the  whole  private  life  of  the  street    was threaded in lights. There  n0xd  was a sense of indecent exposure,  jtiocbnxd  from so many backs.  He  felt  himself </p>
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almost  tiocbn0d  in physical contact with this contiguous stretch of  back  premises.   He  heard the familiar sound of water gushing from the sink in to the grate,  the  dropping  of  a </p>
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pail outside the  bn0xd  door, the clink of a coal shovel, the banging of a  door,   the  sound of voices. So many houses cheek by jowl,  0xd  so many  squirming  lives,    n0xd  so  many  back  yards, </p>
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back doors giving on to the night. It was revolting. Away  in  the  street  itself,   a  boy  was  calling    the newspaper: “-’NING POST! —’NING PO-O-   n0xd  </p>
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ST!” It  was  a  long,   melancholy  howl,   and  seemed  to epitomise the  n0xd   jtiocbnxd  whole of the dark, wet, secretive, thickly-inhabited night.   bn0xd   a  figure  phied  the </p>
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window of Aaron’s own house, entered,   and  stood  inside  the  n0xd   room  talking  to   Mrs. Sisson. It was a young woman in a brown mackintosh and a  black  hat.   She  stood  under  the 
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