Stacey was clearing the loft.
A bird cage, the nest of tables, a light fitting,
battered old suitcase, old shoes, clothes, a tea set.
Mick would be so pleased she'd thrown everything out.
"I've got the stash tucked away in the loft in a battered old suitcase" Mick told the rest of the gang....
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