Freyda

By Freyda

Parliament

Lunch from the salad bar in the canteen. She thinks she's choosing whatever she likes from the selection, but hasn't realised yet that I only suggest things that I want her to have. "Beetroot?" "Yeah." "Egg?" "Yeah." She's never pointed at, for instance, the tuna or the ham. I expect that'll come soon enough...

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