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Amy opened her front door and reached for the letterbox, sighing as she did so. Things had been slow lately, and by slow she meant Doctor-less. Even the mail they'd been getting was boring, ads and flyers for things they didn't want or need. However, as she reached for the mail she noticed somebody approaching her doorstep. "Oi," she called, placing her hands on her hips, "whatever you're selling we don't want it so just...turn around and don't waste your time all right?"















