Max darling, it’s me. Yes, we’re fine, thank you, bit damp but the grass is still tasty enough.
Listen honey, I had a word with my Bink, and he talked to Katrijn who consulted with Haas, and we’re all of the same opinion on this one: we don’t like the new superinjunction after all.
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I know… Yes I do know they do not grow on trees.
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We did appreciate your getting one for us, we don’t want you to think you’re not appreciated… Don’t take it the wrong way darling, it was marvellous. You‘re marvellous!
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Yes, I do know the implications can be serious. But the truth is, it’s just so boring not having any paps snooping around! You know how I like a fuss, you know how Haas needs an audience, you know how vain Katrijn is…
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Ok hunnibunch, I’ll ring SamCam now to see if she can’t get rid of that stylist and take me back. It was only ever going to be temporary anyway.
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I’ll make it up to you soon. Take you out for dinner somewhere nice, OK? I know how you like to be seen in public with me… Mwah mwah darling!
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