The creative writing course teacher, or “Helper” as they liked to call themselves to avoid any suggestion of hierarchy, was an arresting looking woman of indeterminate age and the most extraordinary red beehive hair do. The colour and style of it, and the aplomb with which Helper Effy carried it off, distracted Lucinda sufficiently during the first ... · ID #4824 (continued)
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April 21, 2010 at 7:59 am #2459

Keymaster

The Peaslanders and The Blubbits

The ice is melting,
That tart won’t rise,
We’d better off meringuing
To get off this maze

All the others were flabergasted at all the (seeming yet inspired) nonsense Doily would speak by the minute.

They had to admit her Porette syndrome if not getting worse everyday, was making her do the oddest things.

The creative writing course teacher, or “Helper” as they liked to call themselves to avoid any suggestion of hierarchy, was an arresting looking woman of indeterminate age and the most extraordinary red beehive hair do. The colour and style of it, and the aplomb with which Helper Effy carried it off, distracted Lucinda sufficiently during the first ... · ID #4824 (continued)
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