A winter fic : comments.
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I may manage coherence later. If I don't, can I just say that I'd read descriptions of paint drying if they were written by you.
p.s. What are you doing next Sunday?
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*smooches you, licks david's neck*
*runs off again*
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Sunday appears to be the sole gap in my hectic social calendar at the moment. Are you coming to visit me? Cos if so yay!
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Yay! Shall be in touch! Which reminds me that, for some bizarre reason, I do not appear to have your phone number [home or mobile -- quelle horror!]