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“We really shouldn’t, darling”, Patsy murmured, fidgeting with the suitcase clutched in her hand
“You’re right, as always”, came the response, muffled by the pressing of lips to bare skin, as Delia snaked an arm around her waist and stepped in behind her. “But I just want one more second of you before you disappear.”
“I’m hardly the Invisible Man. I will see you next week at the pictures.” Patsy responded, eyes fluttering shut. “Although I must say it feels jolly far away right at the present moment.”
“One song?”
Patsy turned in her arms, suitcase abandoned.
“One song.”