~worship, praise, revere, revere, praise, worship~
And so on.
~click~ ~stare~
Donna, you seem to have an acquaintance who is friends with John Keats. How, exactly, did this happen?
~shakes head~ Some people are too pretty to be real. Truly.
~g~ Oh, and, er, finished two tapes and there will be at least another one - I'm really sorry,
wildeabandon...~shakes head~ I got so distracted by that pre-raphaelite gentleman. *So* pretty. *So*.
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