Jul 20, 2024
Dear Blistering Anne! Dear Spirited Anne with a tongue like a whip! Say what you will of this blistering lady, but of all the qualities in the whole of the world, dull, uninteresting, can never be one. At ease, Gale idly sips his tea, indulging in some column waxing on the stars. Science, tea cakes, and her shadow shambling on over... Few things, Gale decides, can best Wednesdays like these.
"Keep as you are now, and I'm rather convinced you'll inspire this country to war over your hand," he greets, sat there at the gazebo at their favorite park. "In a fashion, you can very well be our next Helen of Troy. I heard you've gone and broken the heart of our favorite suitor." Ha. "Lorroaken, was it?" / @paddyfuck.