And there was no gift receipt – he couldn’t exchange it.
The smug-looking feline model pictured on the box made it clear what it contained: pyjamas.
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Alice’s cat couldn’t believe his eyes. Curiosity had taken him into a cupboard where the woman who claimed to adore him like no other had stored his present. In recent years, the cat had tried to make Alice’s task at Christmas and birthdays easier – he’d set up an Amazon Wish List, and he’d sent hints to Danny and even to the Johnny-come-lately Carlos currently insinuating himself into their lives. To no avail. How could she?
And there was no gift receipt – he couldn’t exchange it. The smug-looking feline model pictured on the box made it clear what it contained: pyjamas. Comments are closed.
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