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I'm rather sad this person seems to have left, never to return, because they happen to live near where I do (well... Ish, Wales is hardly a huge country), and it would have been oh so very nice to have had a 'play mate'.
Oh, if there was only some conventionally placed email address to write too...
God, I am -so- alone.
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And then a chubby puppy with teensy legs rolls past which makes me giggle like a little school girl and forget what I was thinking about...
Breathing heard just below the floorboards.
The sense of something terrible rousing itself from
from its torpor.
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