I didnt know whether to start a new post or if i can put it here i was messing about with chatgpt and came up with this story
“Too Many Generals, One Nora, and a Time Lord”
It had already been a daft morning in Holmfirth. Foggy and...
You wouldn't get instruments of such low calibre in Ivy's cafe that's for sure...I'm sure she more than muttered Utterthwaite on the seldom occasions they were!
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