"I'm a lonely little petunia in an onion patch..." the little girl sang like Doris Day as they sat on the windowsill and watched the people stroll on the pier below.
"Mercy! What nonsense! Now you are being silly! When have you ever been alone or experienced loneliness? Marinate me at once! I have had a shock! More wine!" Louie Le Roux motioned with his claw for Petunia to pour more champagne into the bedpan. She complied. He sighed with relief and spit a little on the windowpane, as is a crab's habit.
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