Closed in. Grey. Kitchen table. Door handle. Rain. Colours? Textures? Rhubarb? Ouch! Sharp in oh so many ways. Oh the pain! Stop mocking me! Bush russle. Faster. Hup. What a day to climb a fence in mother's underwear. I hope I don't - I'm snagged! How do you explain something like this? Maybe the police station will have a leaflet?
Hello officer. No, this isn't my house, no. Oh.
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