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| Sometimes, for brief periods when I am asleep or locked away in a cupboard. |
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| God save the Queen. And her subjects, who might need some divine intervention, in the decades of her reign. |
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| What sort of fish? Sustainably-sourced, I hope. |
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| I did know at one point. Maybe I forgot… it’s all such a long time ago. |
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| Sometimes I wish English retained the distinction between familiar and formal modes of address. I could try asking my domme to call me ‘thou’ but it just wouldn’t be the same.* |
This is the very lovely and French Ibicella. She speaks English but, really, why would you want her to?
* Occasionally people ask me what my pronouns are. To my embarrassment, I am forced to admit that I am not allowed any.
