Helen Douglas

Voetsek!

Her voice smelled like a dog that’s just rolled in something disgusting on the beach and then comes racing up, completely delighted with herself, jumping all over you and jamming her nose in your crotch, when all you want to do is find a stick and throw it so far out to sea that you’ll be long gone by the time she’s fetched it and brought it back.

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