I smell of dust, old books and bluebells. More tales of Eileen : comments.
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Too cool for subject
Too cool for subject
It's awful really; I think, if I'm still aware enough to know this sort of thing is happening to me, it's a scalpel in the jugular for sure. I'd hate to end up like poor Eileen. )o: