C'est branlant. Still, my mood softens.
I was awakened today by a warm, wet lick upon my sunken cheek. Grotesque puddles of saliva fell intricately onto my best silk frock. I immediately realized that the culprit was a large, burly dog.
Preciously, it reminded me of a beloved companion back in the days I found peace with Nicolas. I could not help but curiously run my fingers through it's filthed and mangled fur.
Ah, impossible'. That was so long ago. And this is a new age.