Be Prepared

Her father had drilled it into her as soon as she’d passed her driving test. When you live round these parts you have to take care in the winter months.

So Grace always liked to be prepared; she carried a shovel and flask of hot, sweet coffee in her car at all times.

Because from experience she knew there was nothing quite like a hot drink after burying a mans body in the woods

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