James sat in the living room, a letter from an old acquaintance, Nathan, lay on his lap. He hadn't received many letters from Painswick, in fact this was the first. The old friend recalled the consequences of a night spent at the Biggleswade pub. Dear James There would be no one to accompany me after a long night spent at Mr Bigglewad's pub, the old friend recalled, on my mid-night strolled through the town. I walked along the narrow streets passing by shop windows whose curtains were drawn and doors fastened sh...
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