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Well reality, how are you? Missed you for the five seconds you were away.
“I was referring to the fact you’re in a women’s dress shop, not the usual place for a bloke, unless he has a girlfriend, which I know you don’t, or unless he’s a cross-dresser,” I stare at him, and throw out my hip “Are you a cross dresser?”
“Poor kid,” Poppy snorts.
Why is it that Teddy or Edward or whatever his bloody name is always seems to be at the very back of every room? Perhaps authority finds his hair offensive, but it still means he’s a bit of a pain in the backside to find.
Trying to get out of this one is going to be good, isn't it? I can hear the laughter now.
“Off to warn lover-boy before the witch-hunt starts?” she guesses, nodding towards the drawing room where Mother and Priscilla can clearly be heard tearing into me.
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