Boab, you resourceful codger, you!
I had all but abandoned hope.
Were it not for the ocassional absinthe bottle that I discover in the odd corner, my brief but passionate affair would seem but a dream.
All this time you've been under "deep cover" after all.
Send the reciepts to my people.
J2,
Roundheels, calloused knees, the dusty, boxed blue dress....matters not to moi.
Our love rises above the mundane and the smarmy.
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