"Hello, Pond speaking. I sent you a picture. John Smith. My old friend. I told him about souffle. No need to thank me"
Whouffle AU: ”…from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part”
— My impossible girl, very soon I won’t be here. My time is running out. We’re all stories, in the end. Our story was the best.