"Who is the monster and who is the man?...Sing the bells of Notre Dame"
Whilst uncle t is in the UK, the going ons in Singapore...
Ian and his bedfellow. So much for taste.
Fiona visiting UK; In Camden! Nice place.
He stumble through the door, having slept only 4 hours. He tries to wear his splippers as he does so. His hand reaches forward to find stability from the wall. But as his forearm brushes against the wall, the protruding alien, in all its silverness in paint disguise, digs into his skin. Momentum only tugs at the skin, drawing a line that slowly turns scarlet. That is the start of the day for some.
Uncle T
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