Safely returned from my Italian sojurn with Aunty Juniper, I serenade Miss Paris.
She was just about ready to swoon, due to my admittedly delightful singing and piano playing, when Aunty came to hunt me down for supper, at which time, Miss Paris muttered something about her house being on fire. 'Till next time, Dame Lapin. Le sigh...
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