So as you can see, give it a couple of months and it doth a-burgeon. It this particular point in time, the day of the Lunch, long-distance walking was off the agenda, much to Eloise's delight, and probably Matilda's too, and shortness of breath a regular feature as more and more internal space previously reserved for silly activities like, oh, breathing and digesting food were subject to a hostile takeover by whatever it is that's in there.
Observe, though, the wellington boots.
Observe, though, the wellington boots.
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