”Why are you crying, poppet?”
Because I am so devastated that there is no document that exists that can tell me every single bench I’ve ever sat on throughout my life, where that bench was and with whom I was sitting. I just need to know. I just want to fucking know.
“That’s why you’re so angry and upset? Because you don’t have a list of every bench you’ve ever sat on?”
“Look, I know you’re mad, poppet, all the best ones are. But you can’t be insane. Not here, not now. Not ever.”
“Ahh ah ah ah. Come on now. Settle, petal.”