Break, Blow, Burn
We left before I had time
A Life in Litters
Spineless and eyeless we spend our days
In Defence of the Bastards
A wooden table, a vase of flowers
Number One in Heaven
It seemed the obvious place to go
The Odd Tunnel in Paris
Too pale for these cloud-breached days
Panning for Gold
You ask what I think of your new acquisition?
A Viking Writes Home
From the Direktor Domestic & General Functions
Tell me I'm beautiful, bring me flowers
I came at night to the dark house
The same scene fifty times
Toute-suite or Double-Quick?
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