bethany rush Beth hails from Bournemouth, a sweet, somewhat shoddy, seaside town on the South coast. Scattered with shells and seaglass, she can often be spied scampering along its shores singing a shanty. If only she had a dog to keep her company. A schnauzer would be too small; a spaniel too springy. A Saint Bernard would be perfect. She could call him Seb.
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