But she is all good now. Full return of appetite if the hot breathing and drooling on me while I have been snacking is anything to go by. I think she will sleep for a week. And there is a little part of me that preferred scooping up lumps from a sidewalk over doing the same from the back of V——'s car. It was funny though, she threw up just after a barrage of abuse an inebriated man who had been admiring her gave me when he found out what her name was. Dare to question the name Lollipop do you? Smite you down with vomit unbeliever! It was a handy way to get out of that conversation.
Who wore it better?