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when james came in from his london thing [an anarchist book fair apparently, he invited me but i declined, saying i wasn't really the anarchist type and there was only so much propaganda i could stand on a saturday afternoon] he was all affectionate and cuddly and said i looked cute... and then started punching me!
he said i was so lovely that he had to destroy me [cue story of that poor japanese girl he dated, mentally tortured, convinced her to tie herself to him because she was 'sleepwalking' and then destroyed each of her cuddly toys stitch by stitch] which to be fair, he's been trying to do to me for a while
he's amazed i'm still in one [mentally stable] piece
and i'm amazed i'm so completely in love with him
