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Felix gets Miss Hybrid’s cast off.

Miss Hybrid’s friend Joanne stormed past me down the stairs, towards the front door. “Are you alright, Ma’am?”, I ask. “Do I fucking look alright?”, she yells, “I thought she was my friend and…. Well” “Come through to the sitting room”, I suggest, “I’ll get you a drink, and then you can vent your frustrations … Continue reading Felix gets Miss Hybrid’s cast off. →