....just for us?
Us? You mean the girls who want to buy Fab back in the '60s? Oh my dear lady, I'm just crying hearing the music from your advert where you just had a Fab after escaping from an explosion. I could just hear the music set to a montage of images of you and Parker looking after me when I was a baby: giving me a nice, warm, bubbly bath, drying me and engaging in tickles and snuggles, and you, Penelope, cradling me to sleep. I just feel sleepy thinking about it - it was your way of pampering me after a busy day.
Now, I can think back to my childhood when you played the piano for me on Winter nights, and I'd sit there, listening intently. Often, a mug of hot chocolate would be warming my hands as I listen to your soothing music playing in your quiet, country mansion. You'd play 'Mother's Love', a piece that I'd love to hear, as I closed my eyes and listened to the music intertwined with the Winter wind outside. I don't know how they cope with Winter over on Tracy Island - does the sea around the island freeze over? What about the pool?
Anyway, because of how Fab our time together is, I love you so much, Lady Penelope. When I go to bed tonight, I'll close my eyes and picture you cuddling me on your recliner chair in your room, all soft and warm.
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