Date: 2006-08-14 11:03 pm (UTC)
Ah, you have stolen my heart. I shall never pick up a pen again, my words all shrivel up and die of shame when compared to yours.

This is my favourite part:

Her imitations of the eerie mechanical voices of the Daleks or the Cybermen--unfamiliar to me still, men made out of metal--were incongruous with the brilliant sunshine and the languorous scent of chamomile coming from the flower beds around us. I shivered, even in the oppressive warmth.

So lovely =)
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