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The Dog Days Are Over . . .

Ello, you cheeky little gogo dancing beauty . . . Been a few days, did you miss me? I missed you. Kiss my eyes and mouth. Been a real interesting few days, riding the black dog of depression up and down the corridors of my flat. I’m an eternal optimist in bone, but my flash …

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I asked you . . .

I asked you not to come here, I told you not to touch it, me, here, there. I asked you twice so you’d listen once! I asked you not to come here, and you came. I love you a little for that.