Range of cohesive devices

Early one morning, Polly went for a walk. She packed her lunch,  first aid and torch. She walked on for a while until she stumbled. Stumbled on something. Something weird. Something mysterious. It echoed through the quiet, gloomy night. Her eyes darted around looking for the creature. Polly felt a hot, sticky breeze go up her neck. It was behind her.

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