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Spectres Tidy

“You smell of bleach,” said Sprite.

“Yeah I had a good clean up of my house this weekend,” replied Spectre.

“Oh right,” said Sprite. “You know what they say about a clean and tidy home!”

“Yeah,” said Spectre, “the Wi-fi is broken…”