Meade's Ball
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I don't trust her. And trust is vital in any relationship. I'll stick with fantasies of putting that tiny one with the shoulderpads in a little cupboard that i can open for her to read the news of me from each morning. Each successful story that manages to either tickle me or lift my doomladen spirits will let me allow her to phone a friend or family-member to talk over that's gone on a world she'll never be permitted to return to. I'll buy her a pet whilst she's in there. Something to stroke and giggle with. I'll name the pet of course. Bert it'll be. But i'll have to be wary of purchasing an animal that can bore through wood and enable her escape during my work hours or Albion games. No moles or voles or beavers.