FOWC with Fandango — Snitch

Susie settled herself in her chair. The room was the same s always. Big. Dusty. Dim. In front of her was a window that looked as if it had never been clened. To the right of her a pile of kneelers, once brightly coloured but now faded. He pulled up a chair next to her and put his arm around her shoulders.

Susie felt that familiar tickle, felt around in her bag until she found her handkerchief. She drew it out of her bag, and put it to her nose.

“You’ve got to have your SNITCH right,” she said, before removing his arm from round her shoulders.

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