A Spot of Bother
‘What do you think it is?’ Alex* whinnied as I leant forward, peering over, eyes squinting. ‘Did you notice it when I came in?’ she asked. ‘Nooooo,’ I said, but the shrill pitch of my voice was a clear indication that I was blatantly lying. I mean her forehead was pretty bulbous and had gone a rather disconcerting rouge. ‘Ouch!’ she... Read the rest of this post...
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