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Del likes Singapore.
It's busy, and there are people, which isn't always true when things are busy (she thinks but could be wrong) and there are duckies (now there are weren't before one has purple and green feathers and she's named him Jennifer Ignatius) and gum.
She's chewing the gum. That's where it is. In her mouth. To be chewed.
It tastes like dandelion wine that's been spilled on wooden benches.
It's good. She thinks. She knows.
It's fun, as she skips with her duckie in arms (and if it used to be a crewman, she isn't bothered) along the dock, crooning to it before looking back at Jack and grinning.
It's busy, and there are people, which isn't always true when things are busy (she thinks but could be wrong) and there are duckies (now there are weren't before one has purple and green feathers and she's named him Jennifer Ignatius) and gum.
She's chewing the gum. That's where it is. In her mouth. To be chewed.
It tastes like dandelion wine that's been spilled on wooden benches.
It's good. She thinks. She knows.
It's fun, as she skips with her duckie in arms (and if it used to be a crewman, she isn't bothered) along the dock, crooning to it before looking back at Jack and grinning.