Socks on the run (Belle)

My favourite knee-length grey socks had run away from home. I tracked them down to a conference being held in a holiday camp and decided to become a delegate. As we ate dinner in the large refectory, my ex-boyfriend’s new girlfriend flew her model airplane into the window. I wondered if she had been on board. And if so, how had she shrunk herself down?

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