If you go, I’ll be alone with the lovebirds.” (...) “I’ll be all alone.”
“Uh, hello?” Feely, who had arrived shortly after Liz, interjected from his perch on the beanbag. “What am I? Dog shit?”
“Oops, sorry, Patrick,” Claire replied, reddening. “I forgot you were here.”
“Lovely.” Feely rolled his eyes. “Just lovely.” 💔💔💔
— Nov 23, 2025 05:21AM
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