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Elephants never forget

I don’t remember how I climbed the elephant. I remember the smell and feel of it: mud and temple oils, wrinkled skin. I remember looking into intelligent eyes as I hauled myself past the ears, hoping the beer on my breath wouldn’t startle it. I remember the laughter of my pals, as they climbed.

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Quality

I only agreed to meet him as a favour to Elodie. She pleaded with me, “I so want you to know him, grand-tante, then you will love him as I do.” Elodie, my favourite grand niece. So accomplished; so chic and full of promise. What she wants to marry this rostbif from her university for, I do not know.

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