Sniffle... cough... blow. Cracked leather on the side of the nose...
" I want soft tissue... with no fragrance..." she shouted.
"Go buy it your self then... bitch!" she muttered.
"Princess not bitch," she shouted back with arched eybrows and dripping nose.
Remember the Princess and the Pea. Only a real Princess could feel a dried pea under 20 matresses and 20 quilts made of the finest goose feather.
It's the same with my tissue. I like it soft. And no... no scent of anything... not even tissue!
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