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11 Oct 2015 02:41

I hurried down the stairs to answer the doorbell, as quickly as I could, given that I was nine months pregnant. As I opened the door, I was met by a man looking sheepishly at my heaving stomach. “I’m the bailiff with a letter for Mr. Crawford” he said. Having not the slightest clue what a bailiff was, I invited him in. He promptly refused, handed me the letter and was on his way. I closed the door and anxiously consulted the Merriam-Webster dictionary: a bailiff is “someone hired by a sh...
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