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❝Hi, this is Arthur Pendragon's phone. Leave your name and number and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Ta.❞

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my poor artie. it's gotten better though?

Oh god, don't. You sound like one of my old cleaners. And yes, much better, especially when I complain and you bring me ice cream.

you had a cleaner. sometimes i forget just how different our lives were.

Not just one - I think there were three in total, and all of them liked to give me treats. I was a chubby child.

can't say that i blame them. i'd do the same.

i think i failed to seduce you through text.

You were doing very well, though. Perhaps you should have phoned me - I like it when your voice goes all sexy.

i think you're just too honest for it. but i love that about you.

I'm still sorry, though. I'll endeavour to be better in the future.

it doesn't get better than perfect, babe.

Perfect in little silk knickers. I'll be over to ravish you after my father calls.

tell him i said hello. and to keep it short.

I'll do no such thing, but I'll be over by nine.