Roger Collins

I’m moderately sure that he already knows; I’m hardly a shrinking violet.

shhhhhhh……

I think you’ve touched something here—the development of the relationship between Victoria and their mutual support of each other.

Just rehearsing my plans for my autobiography….

He’s not worthy of you. Perhaps turn him into a cat for a few years.

Really…there’s no need to assume we weren’t chauffeured….

A charming notion….I intend to be there.

At the risk of flaunting my own literary wares, here is a long story with Roger/Victoria as the endgame.

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Seems fair

M’yes.

One strives, my dear counsel, one strives.

I was tempted to sue Wallace for defamation, but I relented.

Alas, no—I bid on one once but didn’t get it. I do have the original series bible, “Shadows on the Wall.”

My son he has removed a veritable bleeder valve/making me crash my car, ‘twas inconceivable/I hounded Devlin and Evan’s, their thoughts were unrepeatable;
Vicki thought that Burke was so easily defensible; I thought a push might make him all too defenestratable.

And you can always reach out and we will share bon mots and brandy.

Don’t go up Widows Hill until things have calmed down…

I would advise against biting the laptop, however; they’re hell on one’s teeth.

Brava!

Man’s an idiot m’dear. Clearly not worthy of you.

I always have reserves, my friend!

A bottle of brandy and a series of ad hoc apercus.

Even though the sound of it is really quite precocious?

Me too.

Nobody is disposable (well, possibly Harry Johnson), but feeling deserted or disposable hits us all, however brave a face we put on it. Stand tall; snark is your friend, as am I.

Now you’re thinking!

Probably my pouring out another glass of brandy and extemporizing a witticism.

My dear lawyer, whatever is the trouble? Can I help?

I don’t think you need worry about it, son. She’ll tell you all about it.

Surely,it is an axiom.

M’yes.