Blog-A-Vignette: Like Dial-A-Song, But A Worse Idea
Saturday 25 October 2008
Feeling Protective
He’s a big puppy of a boy, just eighteen. He doesn’t know the meaning of the word restraint, and he can’t lie. I want to mother all six foot, sixteen stone of him. I’d take on car crashes for him. I’d take bullets.
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