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Preface


This is a story about what happens to the Malory Towers girls after Malory Towers. 

The story is done and dusted, but I want to post each chapter on its own, so the blog is easier to navigate. This way, I can also tell whether anyone is interested in what happens in the end. 

Thanks for reading. 

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  1. NinaMarie14 September 2020 at 14:45

    Glad you're getting this online now! I promise I will find a place or two to plug this on my blog asap!
    Fiona (World of Blyton)

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  2. Kieran Wyatt15 September 2020 at 05:37

    Thank you, that's so kind!
    Kieran

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