Slag

My wife just called me a slag. I honestly cannot believe she meant it in connection with my unconventional delivery of ginger nut biscuits to Ruby dog; mouth-to-mouth. Surely not.

A period of self-analysis is thus required. So here I am, cogitating; ginger nuts in one hand, dog restraining the other.

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