Once Seen
28th April. You were a filthy juggernaut, driving down Nine Elms Lane in Vauxhall. You'd clearly spent the previous night under a tree, as your entire front was coated with about 8 kilos of pink blossom. And that's a lot of blossom. It was a fantastically incongruous combination and I laughed out loud. Can't stop thinking about you. Box 7672.
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Yawn. Tired. But I don't want to go to bed, in case I miss anything. Not on this site, just in general, you know. But I'm tired. Dilemma. Dilemmi.


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