Paul Lambert, his fingers aching from control and C - V ing from his 'FANFODDER.docx'

pressed "submit" and sat back in his beanbag, sighing the sigh of the content.

"That should see us through the windae, aye?" he said to Karsa.

But Karsa didn't answer, as he was just a photograph magnetted to a fridge door, and Lambert had only the rustling from the beanbag under the weight of his trim, Radoxed buttocks for company.

Lambert blinked away a tear, downed the last of his Ribena and supermarket brand rum, threw the Town mug against the wall, and went to sleep.

Posted By: MIKEWALKER on January 17th 2019 at 13:18:14


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