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It was a dark and cloudy night, and as Corrine walked quickly across the cobbled path, she heard the rumble of thunder in the distance. She turned up the collar on her denim jacket, wishing she'd worn something more substantial. Her boots thudded on the cobbles - at least she hadn't worn her black platform sandals. She'd have twisted her ankle, walking over these cobbles! A wry smile crossed her face as she recalled her boss's words on the first day she wore them to work "You're our recycled teenager, Corinne" (Anita W)
She smiled inwardly. Re-cycled teenager eh! Little did her boss know, that she was in fact 157 yrs old, though she looked about 23. Her secret was kept in a small, elegantly shaped bottle, which she kept in a secret compartment discreetly fashioned in the corner of her unobtrusive purse. The pearlescent liquid contained within, could easily be mistaken for nail varnish, but was in fact a concentrate that needed to be replenished from the sweat of a lover.(RH)
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