© Ruth Johnston 2010.
As Richard's still down, we went out last night. I had already fallen on Friday night and severely messed up my hand, it still hurts now actually. But I made Moon promise me that he wouldn't let me fall; before I'm even drunk or near Babylon, I trip over the curb and because of my sore hand I have to essentially fall flat on my face, this is the result. Ow!
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