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[mlle_petal]

I dreamt of Perth last night. I could feel the gritty heat and smell the rust-stained limestone of the northern suburbs. Buffalo grass wilted underfoot. That place never meant much to me until I left it.

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High romance in the Bishop/Fielding household:

I like you more than Stella.

I like *you* more than Primark.

Awww.