... you know, like when you can’t round off a text exchange, or get flummoxed by an aggressive idiot in an unwanted conversation. Not so much esprit d'escalier, as esprit de rentré dans la maison et assis à la table de la cuisine.
14th June – Mr Sandman, I’m so alone, Don’t have nobody to call my own.
‘You mean you don't know who you've abducted?' Abducted? - the unmeant haughtiness of the lonely and rejected.
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