I just don't know what to tell you. It's been so very warm here, Quiltie. This makes it virtually impossible to attend to you. Do I have to continue wadding you so? No. No, I don't. For that, I sincerely apologize. Yes, yes, my apologies mean nothing to you. Of course they don't. Time and time again I've wadded you up and ignored you.
You do get the best seat in the house, though. So, you've got that going for you. What?! You do!
All I can say, Quiltie, is that someday the streets of Los Angeles will not be so clogged with cars, and the sky will not be so thick with smog, and it will be cold again. And then, sweet Quiltie, I assure you that I shall place my loving hands on you and continue the lovely hand-quilting we both enjoy.
(I can't tell you how rageful this quilt is right now. I mean, really. Seething, scary quilt rage. I've placed the photographic evidence above so that if I turn up missing, you'll have a photo of angry Quiltie to pass on to the authorities. I thank you.)
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Don't worry - we'll call the police if suddenly there are no posts and quiltie is... strangely larger and satisfied looking. Besides, maybe quiltie's not so rageful. Maybe, as being half done and wadded up on a chair is all he knows, he's content. That's a better story. As in "look at my happy quilt, just revelling in the process of being born - so comfortable lounging in the chair!". See. Much better.
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