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| She was beside herself with worry, the poor thing. Nothing to worry about now... for her to worry about, I mean. |
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| It might add to it, if anything. But it's nice when it finishes - or when the weals heal, a week or so later, depending on the severity. |
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| In the event, she realised of course that she didn't actually want a slave with a bashed in face and a pulped, deformed nose, snuffling around the whole time. So both of them ended up having to leave. Funny how some people just don't think things through, isn't it? Still, no real harm done and I guess she learned something. |
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| Oh dear, that wasn't a very tactful thing to say. She's not an unkind person, you understand; it's just never occurred to her not to despise you. |
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| If Kitten can't have nice things, why should you have nice things? |
For those of you who might have sleepless nights worrying about Kitten not being as happy as she deserves to be, all the time, I am delighted to share the following picture:
Isn't that lovely? Doesn't it make the world a better place? You can think of it every time you pay off the monthly installments of the loan - ten years, wasn't it? Lots of time to think of Kitten's happy smile. And she decided to keep the black one, too, for when she's just not in a red car mood.
Now... Kitten has some ideas for other things she'd like to have. Get a notebook: you can make a list.