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Come into my garden through the door in the wall. There’s sunlight and birdsong, azaleas budding and tall sunflowers lolling like drunken sailors. Bees buzz. Hoverflies dart. Mighty cedars swish around the edge blocking the wind from getting in.

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I got your amygdala clenched in my fist - you’re bucking beneath me. Realise too late you’re caught in a trap. I’m a pair of steel jaws. You can’t resist my silver elixir. My mercurial draught quenches all thirst: boredom, bereavement, and best of all, disbelief.

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Holding hands and crying, two scared kids make their way through the undergrowth. Dead brown bracken reaches over their heads and it’s dark and smells like decomposition. When the wind blows, you can hear trees rubbing together in a croaking, door-opening creek.

There’s alarm bells ringing and klaxons klanging. Red security lights spin on the wall. Voices and the sound of boots running round the next corner and there they are – a whole squad of AKs, their barrels pointing at you.