i was expecting a visitor that afternoon, and when he arrived I realized that I didn't know anything other than I was expecting a visitor, she introduced herself as Margret, but I decided to call her Ziggy.
Ziggy let herself in and brought with her, a feather cushion and a large tin of some sort.
she told me to stand in the middle of my living room, she sounded very official
she stood behind me and poured what could
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have been black paint over my head, before ripping open the cushion and dumping it onto me. she lead me to a window and I felt a longing to fly, i jumped out, but landed quickly on the ground. I live in a bungalow it all felt rather silly after that