Disclaimer. I do not know Tony Slattery, Stephen Fry or Alan Davies. This is purely a work of fiction.
WHOSE LOVE IS IT ANYWAY?
Roxy stared out the window at the frost-covered garden, though she was looking beyond the garden and into her memories.
It had been twelve years since she'd last seen him in the flesh. Of course, she'd kept an eye out for
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