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Miss Celia Leblanc meets His Honor Jerry

Jail was no beach house, all Celia could think of was Helsingør and if the wind was blowing south or from, as feared, Stavanger. But she didn’t make a fuss, nary a noise, she was no headbanger and so the … Continue reading

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