My Angel

My Angel‘My Angel’

So we set out at 4.30am, she was naked apart from a borrowed dressing gown and Ugg boots, and I was dressed like a ninja in black leggings and a roll neck, armed with a small knife. We pulled up beside the children’s playground; she kept the engine running whilst I ran across the tarmac and hacked at the thick stalks of the white flowers growing in the council flower beds

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