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fly on the wall.
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A small black speck marred the plane of white; it was little more than a bluebottle, resting itself upon the living room wall.
As the front door slammed and the shouting turned to silence, I wondered how much it had heard, and whose side it would take. But before I had time to ask it, it took to the air and left me, too.
I guess that was an answer in itself.
As the front door slammed and the shouting turned to silence, I wondered how much it had heard, and whose side it would take. But before I had time to ask it, it took to the air and left me, too.
I guess that was an answer in itself.
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This is excellent!