So he’s still off wandering around Europe without me, the little stinker. He’s still writing those dumb little stories about all the stupid places he’s going to. Geneva. I mean. Does anyone give a damn?! Amsterdam? Feh. I’ve had it with places that Davo’s going without me. They all suck. And then he’s coming back here for a minute and it will be nice and fun for like a day. Then he’s fucking off again. Pardon my language, but the little bastard needs a good wallop if you ask me. That’d keep him in line. Poncey colonials. Poncing off…
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