This is my dear friend Nicola Rose. I have known her since I can remember. She once covered me in
Betadine and baby powder when I was too small to protest. We always loved to dress up, and apparently, we haven't grown out of that. She has a bulldog called Clancy who barks too much. She tells me things with utter authority (generally nonsense) and I believe her. She once told me that if you sit on a swing, you are bound to get verrucas, only because she wanted to swing. From then on I have always been sceptical of swings. I love my dear friend Nicola Rose.
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