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  • #127

    In reply to: Tales of Tw’Elves

    EricEric
    Keymaster

      On the marina, Sue Flay, wrapped in hot pink towel sprinkled in horseradish and buns crumbs started to feel dizzy and possessed.
      Her poodle had bitten her savagely, and her right breast was bleeding profusely.

      “May I be of assistance?” an tonsured man with a genial face and white girded loins asked, handing her a raspy paper towel.

      Without knowing why, Sue started to sob like a huge meringue.

      #1295

      In reply to: Tales of Tw’Elves

      EricEric
      Keymaster

        “Guess it was about bloody time I got back here” Franlise said, her feather duster firmly clutched in her left hand.
        The matronly black woman started dusting vigourously, sending myriads of half-written papers flying in the air.
        “My draaafts!” Elizabeth shriek was lost in the gusts of winds.

        “Bugger, bugger, bugger” the impromptu cleaning lady started to enunciate in a most perfect Queen’s English. “Nothing like some good buggery bugger to start the day and clear the lungs. And many a little makes a damn buggery mickle, isn’t that right darling?”. She said, striking a pilates pose in between the cleaning.

        Elizabeth stood aghast, not knowing what to say but a meek “Didn’t I fire you?” to which Franlise knew better than to answer with nought but a smile.
        Drawing a sharp letter opener from behind her back, she nimbly leaned toward Elizabeth, with all her white teeth glowing in the dark apartment where even the aspidistras had long gone dried up and wrinkled, their pots now no more than mere ashtrays.

        “Well, now, what shall we do about all that spider cobwebs you’ve got yourself wrapped in…”

        #1291

        In reply to: Tales of Tw’Elves

        EricEric
        Keymaster

          The ointment the kind lady gave Luigi made him think of the fun adventure he had in Madrid with the good doctor. Ugly he was maybe, but not as daft as to blindly accept gifts of healing wrapped in a pretty bottle.
          Well, not without trying it first at least. Last time it’d cost him a cat. Well, the neighbour’s cat. And it was sick anyway before it’d dyed… Purple.

          “Would you mind passing me the poodle” he asked smiling a crooked smile to a morbidly obese lady sunbathing in a tight hot pink bikini near the marina.

          #2092

          In reply to: Tales of Tw’Elves

          EricEric
          Keymaster

            “Now what? T-R-E-X ? To be serious?…” Eliza was patronizing again. “What’s a Trex, by all means? That’s not even in the dictionary, I’m sure!”
            “As if you’d started to care” Flinella rolled her eyes, while at the same time managing to discreetly wink in passing at the little reptile whose tail was wrapped around her neck as though it were the latest fashion. “By the way, it spells T-Rex, you dimwit.”
            “Well, good for you sweetie, it only scores a measly 21 points.” Eliza bit her lip ignoring the offending remark. Then hit by a sudden realisation, she stopped dead in her tracks, all thoughts of vexation lost in the current wave of thought.
            “Wow, I’d never thought of that, but just imagine the size of those dinos’ fleas … Makes me shudder at the thought of it.”

            #2423
            EricEric
            Keymaster

              Sadly, Phurt’s couldn’t make any cobwebs other than all wireless —kind of defeated the purpose, when you gave it thought.
              Reception and connection weren’t any of the new dwelling’s forte for now.

              So she wrapped herself in a cozy dark corner of her new cave, tucked in a blanket of great warmth and subtle mucous design, and her nine eyelids being closed one after the other (from right to left, and top to bottom), started to dream of delicate and headless sheep.

              #2647

              In reply to: Strings of Nines

              EricEric
              Keymaster

                When Yikes had first asked Arona, when he was like 6 or 7 years old if he had a father, Arona had brushed the question aside with a roll of an eye, and an annoyed flicker of the other.

                “Of course you have, little pooh…”

                It was glaringly obvious that the little Ugling wasn’t bearing any likeness with her handsome model Vincentius, so she didn’t mock the little guy’s intelligence by asking why he was even inquiring of such a thing.
                And for a few years, telling him the story of how he was given to her by the dwarf Palani was enough to calm the torrent of his questions.

                Later though, as he was gaining strength and other skills taught to him by Vincentius, who was ever patient and dedicated to the well-being of Arona and the child, his questions became an obsession, and he took upon himself to discover the truth he could feel was wrapped in fantasy and nonsense —or at least, not told completely.

                Perhaps it was an indiscretion of a glukenitch found in the many caves there were nearby their home, nobody knew for certain. (Glukenitches sharing one mind, they knew many of the secrets of the caves they sometimes deigned to share with strangers…) anyway, nobody knew for certain, but he found out about the mysterious Sanso, and how he became ‘acquainted’ with Arona (whom Yikes had never called but by her first name).

                Yikes was now in his teen years, and wanted more than ever to meet Sanso, although he never quite revealed that secret plan least it would upset the loving and caring Arona. He had to find someone to help him in his research, but where they lived, encounters were scarce.

                One day, a young woman he’d never met before went to see Arona. They were friends apparently, and he overheard Arona call her Salome, while they were discussing about lots of people, whose names he mostly didn’t know. He was feeling uncomfortable around nice ladies, and almost didn’t show up for dinner. However, an embarrassed silence and a sideway glance as a certain “he” was being inquired about by Arona raised his ears, and he took upon himself to try to learn more from the lady.
                So when she left, he followed her to the entrance of one of the nearby caves, and showed up —apparently without surprising the lady called Salome. She was well aware of his presence, and of his desire to find Sanso.
                “The man defies logic,” she then warned Yikes “and you need a riddle outside of logic to catch him and his attention.”
                That was almost all of what she said before disappearing into the damp cave’s tunnel. That and… “no need to beat a dead cow.”

                Yikes had pondered that for days, without success.
                Until the illumination came: all he had to do was become the hunter, and bait his prey.
                For that, he would kill the fatted calf, to welcome the return of the prodigal father.

                And put his bait near the tunnels near the realms from whence he roamed aimlessly.

                #2564

                In reply to: Strings of Nines

                TracyTracy
                Participant

                  Yoland woke up feeling lighter somehow. The sun was shining, the young puppy, Phunn, scampered about without a care in the world as she perused the morning mail. The random daily Circle of Eight’s quote once again delighted her, synchronizing with her recent meditation.

                  Fiona woke suddenly from a dream. In her dream she had been communicating with her online friends, through drawings and messages. She had been trying so hard to convey something, and the more she tried to say it, the more distant they felt to her.

                  She had woken feeling saddened. Her energy was greatly disturbed, and, unable to get back to sleep straight away, she meditated. She felt herself connect with the energy of a Snowy Owl, who invited her wordlessly to ask her questions. The Owl’s eyes seemed to have such a depth of wisdom and kindness, and no sooner had her thoughts begun to ask their questions, than she would feel the Owl’s answer merge with her own knowing.

                  She felt herself being able to say without words what she had tried so hard in her dream to convey, and understanding there was no need for any effort, she felt greatly comforted, and peaceful sleep swept over her again.”

                  Yoland had sent an email to her freind KX about her meditation, as her freind had unexpectedly popped up in it, in a wonderful pastel watercolour world:

                  The elevator stopped with a shudder and the doors slammed open. The landscape looked a bit too airy fairy for me (not real enough, haha!) and I nearly got back in the elevator. It was all aqua blue and pastel and floaty, like a watercolour world. Then I saw you, waving your arms around, painting the air with trails of pastel colours with your fingertips. You were smiling and wearing a pale blue shirt. You wrapped me round with spirals of colours from your fingertips and then I flew upwards into the dark blue. You tossed me a paper toilet roll to use as a silver cord, which I tossed back to you after a bit cos it felt a bit silly, and then you sent a burst of colours as an acknowledgement

                  KX had responded:

                  Yoland!!That is very very cool! I’ve been “out there”! I’ll bet you I was changing the toilet paper roll at the moment you were in the Watercolor World ! Meanwhile so many things are coming together for me in how to create and how to hold my attention where I want it… Imagination is a key ~ Love you! I will beam over in a minute. KX”

                  Smiling, Yoland checked the latest blog updates. Sahila had posted some Possum photos, and the first thing that Yoland saw was the white owl in the fork of the tree behind the possum.

                  :creating_magic:

                  #2510

                  In reply to: Strings of Nines

                  EricEric
                  Keymaster

                    In the back of the garden, forgotten by the children, lying unsuspectingly still in that place lost between the pine trees leaning against the wall separating the garden from the nearby graveyard was a lost chocolate egg wrapped in lemon chiffon coloured wrapping, its topmost part almost flattened as the toil of the sun had started to melt the delicacy.

                    It started to jump… and slowly crack open.

                    #2203
                    FloveFlove
                    Participant

                      The Fellowship wish to extend our greetings to you young lady, and to thank you most sincerely for gracing us with your delightful presence.

                      Lavender smiled encouragingly at the pointy headed gentleman who was welcoming her so warmly. Still, she was wondering anxiously why she had been summoned to this meeting of the Fellowship, when her little Essence was not due for another two days.

                      Thank you, it is I who am honoured to be here. she responded politely.

                      The Speaker smiled benignly at her. I sense your anxiety. Let me assure you there is no reason for concern. We are very happy with your pregnancy. However we did encounter some unexpected challenges. Perhaps, it is best if you just see for yourself.

                      He nodded to one of the Helpers, who waited like silent black shadows around the edges of the room. The Helper disappeared, and returned a moment later carrying a large bundle, which appeared to be wiggling vigorously. The Helper laid the bundle gently at Lavender’s feet and unwrapped the cover. Three little striped piglets emerging, squealing indignantly.

                      Yes, smiled the Speaker. We are delighted to inform you that your pregnancy has resulted in triplet piglets. I am sure even though this is unexpected, you will be as thrilled as we here at the Fellowship are.

                      Lavender hoped Aspidistra liked piglets as much as the Fellowship clearly did …

                      #1233
                      EricEric
                      Keymaster

                        When he had been hit by the blow of the watermelbombs and the furious lady he had come to rescue, Akita found himself in a strange peaceful place. He was getting bits of what was happening, but the will to resist and fight seemed vanished in a distant scene he was only distantly aware of.
                        He was seeing Kay, his spirit dog beside him, beckoning him to another place of white luminous and warm peacefulness.

                        “Am I dying” he asked, feeling the answer to the question wasn’t very important.
                        “Don’t be silly” the dog said mentally “Just let go for a moment, it’ll make things easier for you to get out of this place to another one you’d prefer”
                        “I’m not sure going anywhere is so important, being here reminds me of something long forgotten”
                        “Yes, you know this place, you’re drawing to you some memories of others of your focuses, explorers from your time and also ancient dwellers, in a very very distant past. These living memories will help you.”
                        “You were there too, configured differently but I remember you from there”
                        “Yes” the dog nodded “you had a pack of dogs in one of these explorer focuses. I was the alpha one, see…”

                        Some scenes moved in the white foam sprinkled with diamond dust like he was seeing through openings in a crystal cave. All was so clear it was elating.

                        “But we’re never going to get out of this place, not without a boat, a plane, not without a compass… and not without a brain!” he was being drawn back to where his body was, wrapped in the warm snet, jumping on the back of the snow scooter. “These women will lead us to a sure death, and pretty fast!”
                        “Just relax, even if they don’t give that impression, they know what they are doing. They focus on what they want, and they trust. They can’t see the dead-ends you are seeing. Sometimes you get caught up in those other memories of yours. You’ve read adventures of Antarctica explorers, most of them were drama, but it doesn’t have to be the same broken record now, you’re going to love that time if you choose to…”
                        “They’re so focused on themselves it’s hard to believe you. They wouldn’t see a leopard seal as a threat even if it was at their throats!”
                        “But they wouldn’t even draw the predator to them in the first place.” Kay was saying warmly “Have a little faith in them, there is a surprise coming along that’ll show you beyond a shred of doubt that their allowing for miracles is fairly titanic.”
                        “Titanic, yes… Now tell me I shouldn’t worry with all those icebergs!”
                        “Indeed” Kay said with a hint of mischief in its ethereal voice “Now, let’s wake up and have some fun!”

                        #1225
                        TracyTracy
                        Participant

                          Becky was relieved that Al hadn’t taken the introduction of the new characters too badly. He and Sam seemed to dash off again rather quickly though. Becky was starting to feel a bit lonely, what with Tina away for so long as well as Al and Sam being so wrapped up with the kitchen tiling that they hardly had time to stop for a chat anymore. Gawd only knows how many tiles it takes to tile a kitchen, Becky thought, even a kitchen in the city.

                          #1209
                          AvatarJib
                          Participant

                            From Georges’ account of his first encounter with Phoebe Chesterhope. Part II

                            She wasn’t paying attention to the other clients. She was like one of these statues at Madame Tussauds, still and beautiful, surrounded by mystery. Was she lost in her thoughts? Her rich clothes suggested that she was fortunate and the anxious look the jeweller was giving her every 2 minutes let me think that she was also quite influencing.

                            About ten minutes after we had entered the shop with Catherine, a man arrived. Small and bald, poorly dressed, he was carrying a parcel wrapped in a piece of rough fabric that he was holding very carefully. The owner almost jumped on him in his rush and told him something briefly before he introduced him to Madam Tussaud, her face suddenly filled up with life. Not that she was smiling or welcoming him in any manner, but her eyes were suddenly sparkling with determination. I realized that she was taking on herself not to look too obviously at the parcel.

                            “I expect you have a more private place so we can discuss our arrangement with mister…”
                            “Fessard, Madam. Roger Fessard.”
                            “Whatever…” she took her time to look openly at the other customers before she continued, staring reproachfully at the man. “I need some privacy to evaluate what he brought me.”

                            Her accent was almost perfect and her french flawless. But faking to be a stranger myself most of the time, I was sure she wasn’t from here… maybe Britain.

                            “Of course, Madam” said the owner in his conspicuous servile tone. He led Madam and Roger to a door behind the counter and they entered the room; the bald man put his packet on a table and began to unwrap it as Madam said sharply to the jeweller : “Leave us.” The damn man obeyed and closed the door before I could see anything more.

                            #1207
                            EricEric
                            Keymaster

                              Veranassesee woke up in a cold sweat.

                              She’d just found the treatment!For the stupid trio of the island who went all hairy after the strange experiments.
                              Of course, she wasn’t privy to the Doctor’s manipulations, being only here for security reasons, but one of her best assets was a knack for observation, and spotting of details.

                              What was the difference between the last seen alive not-become-hairy patient of the Doctor and the three Graces?

                              Easy as pie! Number IV had been mummified and not the others! Of course, not exactly disemboweled and put aside for brining… of course not. But wrapped tightly into bandages made of coconut coir. The coarseness of the bandages might have acted as a hair substitute during the transformation.

                              She had to find a means to tell the divas before it’s too late!

                              “Oh, forget it,” she yawned. She was really too tired for that; and probably praying for them would be the best she could do.

                              #1151
                              EricEric
                              Keymaster

                                Tina leaned back on her rocking chair, and ogled with an eye of pity Al who was trimming one of the plants.

                                What?
                                Oh nothing, Tina sighed… are we gonna eat any fruit from those, or shall I throw them in the bin?
                                Oh, there’s good hope we can soon have a cherry tomato wrapped in a leaf of coriander for our dinner sweetie.
                                You and your miniature cultures… She finally rolled her eyes. During Al’s trip in the Floridisles, by a strange series of nearly miraculous coincidences, the plants had stayed intact. She hadn’t watered them for the two weeks, but apparently it had not displeased them.

                                Al had told her the funny story of his grand-father watering his wife’s precious flowers during her absence with gallons of water, and literally drowning them in love.
                                She had not smiled. “Maybe I’m drowning people in my love too, they tend to get soggy these days…”
                                So perhaps her lack of attention had been a blessing for the tinsy artsy plantsaïs

                                What did they have for dinner last time? A puny ratatouille made with courgettes the size of her fingers. First time she’d wished she had bigger fingers. Nah… Al, you got to understand, people aren’t ready for nano-biotics…

                                #1087
                                TracyTracy
                                Participant

                                  Phlynn was late. “You just can’t get the staff these days” grumbled T’Eggy. Where was the dratted man? All she wanted was a quick leg-over before dinner, and now that Hector wasn’t coming after all, she could have spent more time with Phlynn.

                                  Unbeknownst to T’Eggy, Phylnn was in the stables, struggling into his pistachio green jewel studded sari. He was late for the rendezvous in the library, and in his haste to don the disguise of a sultry voluptuous sultana, the endless yards of fabric wrapped around his long legs in a hopeless tangle.

                                  #919
                                  EricEric
                                  Keymaster

                                    It only took a few seconds for Armelle to deflate though she donned off with a hint of reluctance the delightfully filling feeling of power she had acquired notwithstanding the slight overweight (a few grams at best, given her immaterial nature of pristine white hallowy owly essence, but you could not reasonably expect to be really ascended with even no more than a few grams of physicality left, could you?)…

                                    So, it only took a few seconds, which in essence’s inner time was tantamount to a mere eon (a merry myriad of seconds).

                                    But then, all was so clear.
                                    She was seeing the trail that was left unwatched by the spiders, and that her friends would take to the wort-hole.

                                    Claude, my dear, would you be so kind as to oblige me for a few minutes? she regally asked her host of the branches, taking great care not to be too self-conscious, which would irremediably make her roll her eyes and lose all composure.
                                    Well… err… I s’pose yes…
                                    Indeed. Then, take good care of the wort-hole, and wait for us to come back, and then lead us back to the place from whence you came.
                                    Wouldn’t do that, if I were you… It’s full of magpies there…
                                    Oh bugger now. Armelle sighed so profusely that it made the hair raise on Claude’s head. The Snoot told me the way would be clear, so… have a little faith in me she said in a cocker’s voice.

                                    And there, in a majestic elan, she went back to the spot where her friends were now gently getting together.

                                    :fleuron:

                                    When she arrived, Akayli the were-lynx had just been deposing his precious package of the two silk-wrapped parents at the feet of little Anita. The first minutes of doubt passed, her hesitant face started to show a smile, knowing that her parents would be fine.

                                    Yuki was for himself all very impressed by the transformergence of his friends, and was finding that a very good idea to get more focused.
                                    However, he could hear the yet unvoiced protests of Armelle at his yet unphrased suggestion of a mergence
                                    Now way I get my white feathers mixed in that bloody smelly goat’s fur!
                                    And of course, he could hear too the yet unvoiced slew of outraged protests
                                    Smelly goat? Who you bloddy call a smelly goat, you persnickity saucer-eyed shuttlecock?

                                    Yet… Yuki, gazing for a few seconds of essence in the stream of possibilities, weighted again the enticing result that a mergence of the three of them would produce…
                                    Which would be… a… grabbiffon.
                                    A magnificent winged horned cotton-tailed… sort of… gryffun… or grumpfoon.
                                    Well… perhaps Armelle was right in the not-yet-voiced first place.

                                    That would just be plain ridiculous.

                                    So… what are we waiting for?! Let’s do it now!! all three of them laughed in unison :D =)) :creating_magic: :buffoon:

                                    #904
                                    EricEric
                                    Keymaster

                                      The portal has opened, we must hurry said Araili

                                      Araili had felt something more, that he didn’t want to share yet with Akita and his spirit dog Kay. He had felt that something, or someone was trying to make its way from the wortex. However, the whole area was tightly held in a sort of quarantine by the giant spiders. Their genetic ancestral memory was aware of previous huge bleedthroughs like this one, and they had what humans would call “prophecies” amongst their kin, of such occurrences being heralds of tremendous upheavals.
                                      Araili, who was extending far beyond this guise of a lynx that he had taken now, smiled when he thought of how some of his earthly medieval focuses would have been similarly frightened by natural events like eclipses.

                                      It did not take long to them to find Anita’s parents. They were right at the spot that the big arachnid had just left, wrapped in silky spider bandages with little skin left to breathe.

                                      They seem alive. checked Akita. Heavily sedated, but alive… Now, we’ll have to get them out of here quick.
                                      I think I have an idea smiled Araili.

                                      :fleuron:

                                      Claude had finally came out of what he thought was just a strange tree, but then, his preternatural senses where telling him something was wrong. This place looked different. No, this place felt different.
                                      And smelt different too.

                                      There were soft sounds, crawlings he could hear, very near his place. They were coming from him, but he would fight.
                                      He jumped on a tree, and in a few vigorous movements, was perched on top of it.
                                      He almost gapped when he saw the black circle of huge spiderly creatures around his tree.

                                      They were staying at a distance from the wortex. But for how long… He couldn’t wait for his death.

                                      From the top of the tree, Claude jumped unscathed. Taking a look around, he found exactly what he needed.
                                      Breaking a few sharp bamboos poles, he started his move to the black circle in a prodigious and accelerated run.

                                      :fleuron:

                                      From atop a nearby tree, Armelle was considering the whole scene. The wortex would probably last a few hours, perhaps a bit more. Anita, Rafaela and Yuki were about to be here soon, she had warned them of the spider circle, so that they would hide until she has found them a way to get through.

                                      She had not expected someone to come out of it. That may be her way…

                                      :fleuron:

                                      Phurt was coming closer and closer now. She could feel the surge of power, and the trepidation raising all the hair on her legs. She couldn’t possibly confront all of the sisters. Not yet.
                                      She had to find a way to get past.

                                      As if Arachneiax, Goddess of her kind had heard and answered her plea, a dying cry, confusion, and call for help came to her senses from a border of their circle. A perfect diversion…

                                      #873
                                      FloveFlove
                                      Participant

                                        A few moments later she was not so sure.

                                        What’s the matter?

                                        Oh you know … I am a bit distracted …too much going on I guess. She did not want to tell him that she could feel the presence of Mahiliki strongly in the room, his sweet trusting face gazing reproachfully at her. He would be worried about her, worried about the storm. She wondered how he was getting on.

                                        I understand, he smiled ruefully, it’s hardly perfect timing is it? Anyway that wasn’t the reason I asked you to meet me here, but I guess it just seemed like too good an opportunity to miss.

                                        I am sorry, she said, rolling her eyes.

                                        Maybe some other time. He handed her a robe.

                                        Sure. She wrapped it tightly around her. Anyway, the Doctor?

                                        All taken care of. I left Nurse Bellamy administering warm coconut milk, unbeknowst to her laced with a sedative. The Doctor will be peacefully sleeping for at least 24 hours.

                                        And Jarvis?

                                        Jarvis is an opportunist, but not dangerous. He was employed by the Doctor as a bodyguard, but has since changed sides. He is now working as a spy for the Magpies.

                                        The Magpies?

                                        Your hunch was right. The Magpies are operating on the Island, and they plan to strike soon.

                                        :fleuron:

                                        Sha was gazing dejectedly at herself in the mirror. Glor what d’ya reckon. Are all these bloody beauty treatments working or wot?

                                        Course they are!

                                        They looked at each other. Well, maybe it’s a bit soon to tell eh? she said doubtfully.

                                        Mavis! Sha shook the lump covered completely by blankets huddled on the bed. Come on Lovey, the storm won’t urt you. What d’ya reckon Mavis, ‘ow do we look?

                                        A dishevelled head popped out. You both don’t look no bloody different to me, ‘cept you’ve put weight on, she said honestly.

                                        Well that bloody does it, said Glor, We’d better find that Vessie, find out wots wot!

                                        #789
                                        TracyTracy
                                        Participant

                                          Becky sneezed again, and shivering, reached for the box of tissues. She was choosing to align with those old fashioned ‘catching a cold’ beliefs because, frankly, she wanted to spend a few days wrapped up in her dressing gown idly flicking through magazines and taking naps and not doing anything much.

                                          Sean appeared with a tray.

                                          I’ve made you a nice pot of Earl Grey, and buttered some scones for you, dear. How are you feeling? I’ve done the laundry but I think the nun outfit has shrunk.

                                          Becky blushed. Oh well never mind that, eh.

                                          I’ll get you another one, Sean said hopefully.

                                          Maybe a trench coat and some thigh boots instead, suggested Becky, recalling her drenching in the park in the tarty nun outfit. More practical.

                                          Sean grinned and sloped off to do some dusting. Call me if you want anything, he called over his shoulder.

                                          Becky picked up another magazine from the pile next to her. Crisp, it was called, and had a photograph of Sue Flay and the Ova Tones on the front cover.

                                          #844
                                          EricEric
                                          Keymaster

                                            Hey, I’ve found a brownies carton wrap in the trash Yann!
                                            Mmm, and you really think it’ll be enough? a doubtful Yann answered to Yurick
                                            Oh, don’t worry, there’s also a couscous one, and an Ureu biscuit one, answered Yurick with a wide grin
                                            Well, if you say so then, smiled Yann, contemplatively rolling his eyes à la Finn.

                                            A few hours later, their patch-ckage solidly wrapped up, they had it sent to their friends.
                                            When, in the post-office, the big black lady with piercing eyes (drôlely resembling Rita, a friend of Dory Yann had seen in a dream who went wedding dress shopping recently) asked them if there was anything of value in the package, they almost burst out laughing.
                                            Yann had the mind to answer, only some stuff… as if of no consequence.

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