Phillip blinked, certain he was supposed to be following what she was saying but no longer able to make out where one word ended and the next began. “. . . a long journey, and I’m afraid I didn’t sleep, and so I must beg you to forgive my appearance and . . .” She was making him dizzy. Would it be rude if he sat down? “. . . didn’t bring very much, but I had no choice, and . . .” This had clearly gone on far too long, with no sign, in truth, that it would ever end. If he allowed her to speak for one moment longer, he was quite certain that he would suffer an inner ear imbalance, or perhaps she
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Lol there's no better way to explain Eloise's rambles
