As Ned swaggered past, he recalled the lost conversations-those were once the days of Sandy, Tracey and Petunia, to name but a few. Now that old box still stood there- the only communication once between the village and the exciting outside world. Then the telephone was taken out and it became a book library, but now it was empty- save for the strange yellow light which made it impossible to peek at what might have lain within...
As Ned swaggered past, he recalled the lost conversations-those were once the days of Sandy, Tracey and Petunia, to name but a few. Now that old box still stood there- the only communication once between the village and the exciting outside world. Then the telephone was taken out and it became a book library, but now it was empty- save for the strange yellow light which made it impossible to peek at what might have lain within...
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