He's tall, he's blonde, he's prettier than your average bear.
That's right. Harding's here to play.
He's not been to Milliways in months, and judging by the dark smudges under his eyes, he's missed his refuge. He is sipping tea and looking content; that does not mean he would mind some company.
Please! Sit. Catch up a while; he's got the time.
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