Both of us searching for some perfect world we know we’ll never find.

I’m not the kinda girl who gives up just like that, oh no.

Drunk on wine, I’m amazing.

It’s confusing these days.

If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow, don’t be alarmed now.

We talk about this whole stupid world and still come out laughing (Ha!)

Just grab him in the biscuits.

Lay a whisper on my pillow.

The Rolling truck Stones thing.

* Or a bad book, if that’s where I find myself at times.

I read your books and talked for hours.