On the train I unwrapped Michelle’s parcel. The lovely pair of snuff mulls shone as the fading light patched and unpatched the carriage windows. The milky silver gleamed in time with the train wheels, and then blurred. Bloody women. No matter how you try, they always get you at a disadvantage, don’t they.
One day I’ll give everything up, I honestly will. As soon as I find out how.
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