Sunday, June 03, 2012


queen wakes up and walks over to the window. the curtains slide and the backdrop is a misty sunday sky. damn it, britain, she thinks, must you always be this rainy? boats will float upriver on the thames, the queen will wave and feel damp in her bones, philip making snide remarks as he gently holds her elbow. it's gonna be a damp squib, it is.

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