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Grant opened the can of 4X, and pulled the overflowing ashtray towards him, balancing it on the arm of the shabby sofa. He looked around in disgust this was no house for the son of a Duke. The wallpaper was coming off the walls, the kitchen stank of grease. He'd have a few words with Kylie when she came back, there were baby clothes all over the bloody place, and the bin was overflowing with dirty Pampers, and what was that digging into his back. He put his hand behind him and pulled out a bunny-shaped rattle. He threw it across the room where it landed amongst the ironing pile that was half-way up the wall. It wasn't Kylie's fault really, and she kept the flat as clean as she could.

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