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Journey to the Centre of the Couch, Part 10
It was a singularly strange experience. It was like snorkelling in dark water, diving deep and then turning onto your back to look at the surface. I turned my face up as I climbed – although it was really more … Continue reading
Journey to the Centre of the Couch, Part 9
And so we stood in front of the couch. I hadn’t taken as long to prepare as Creepy had, for the twofold reason of a) being reasonably sure that nothing was going to happen and I would end up knee-deep … Continue reading
Journey to the Centre of the Couch, Part 8
Agent Wesson continued to study the couch for a long moment, then seemed to snap out of it. He turned to me. “You’re going in,” I said. “Right?” “Believe me, I’d rather not,” he replied, “but the boffins have instructed … Continue reading
Journey to the Centre of the Couch, Part 7
“You blaspheme an amusing amount, considering the last guy who came in here,” I remarked. Suity looked at me flatly. “Um, what are you getting zero of? I have to say, it just looks like you’re taking photos. And you’re … Continue reading
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