“Come, we have others waiting for you upstairs,” said Lucy.
George paused at the stairwell rummaging in his jacket pockets.
“Oh that’s not going to work here,” said Lucy as he produced a phone.
“I have four bars,” said George.
“And I have a hammer,” replied Lucy, bringing a Stanley on Georges mobile.
Well, it’s one way of smashing a horror trope…
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Little Fears 
Love it!
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Cheers, Peter!
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I think whe hammered home her point.
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Badumtish! 😀
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Smashing!
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Arf, thank ya.
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The best!
Exactly what my mother-in-law wants to do when we sit around the table with our phones 🙂
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Arf. Know the feels. 😛
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