I don’t classify. Doesn’t matter a bit to me. A great bowl of scarlet carnations gleamed from a dark corner, set against the background of a deep brown wall. I’m the sort of dog, if you turn it out of the room it lies down on the mat at the door. The wine was sweetened with cinnamon and cloves and rare edible flowers, which her father had instructed her not to drink excessively of. ‘Damn you, what’s the matter with you?’ he snapped in frustration.
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