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Time seemed to slow to a crawl as the sneeze built up
my nose expanded, and inflated, and grew, and enlarged until it was bigger than
a breadbin, but smaller than a phonebox. This surprised the vicar, whose trousers fell down, right in front of the Lady Mayoress. He was so embarassed that he
climbed into the cupboard to hide
from those whose dark intentions would soon become apparent. Such beings were always
unkempt and disorganised.
