Four for four

And on to the next one…ok, he dressed in bandages and smelled a little whiffy. But he treated me like a queen, and said I reminded him of his mum. At least, it sounded like “Mum.” He was hard to understand sometimes, but still, it was sweet, right?

Then one night he just fell apart, I mean, how was I supposed to know that he had a thing about beetles?

And so it was back to square one…

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