..please, just give me some peace.
Have been pursued relentlessly by Ash for eleven hours now. He will not give me a minute on my own. He keeps telling me what fun we're having, now we've got some room to run about in. Fun. If that cat had a brain cell, it expired alone quite some time ago. Around the time his immigrant mother abandoned him, I reckon. I wonder why she did that?
Ear still hurts from where that fat ginger tart tore it. Chest still itchy. Bum sore.
Wait! There's a red shiny light -
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