‘Come on. We can’t leave until we get a bowl.’
We could leave then? Fine. I snatched the nearest non-diamante, reasonably priced bowl I could find, a simple white china thing, and thrust it into his hands.
‘Also a collar and lead.’
What. A. Cock.
/S. Morgan
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_delusion_ (_delusion_) wrote on July 26th, 2015 at 06:26 pm