One for my baby

Ria — Tue, 28 Apr 2009 16:07:28 +0000

Through the grisaille of dawn we sped across the flatland, our dying Micra buffetted by the wind and shuddering to a near stall at each intersection.

Nothing could stop us.

Ninety minutes later, Sam was hoisted into the air, wailing loud and covered with a thick layer of creamy vernix. “What a big one!”

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