I made it to the post before Dylan today so no chewed letters or mangled envelopes....or so I thought. After popping into my study I half heard a quiet 'thud' coming from the kitchen. Stupidly I didn't go and investigate straight away. When I did just minutes later, I found Dylan had helped himself to the letters from on top of the the kitchen table, found the pack of freshly printed photographs of himself and proceeded to attack them. He tried to cut himself out of this one. Perhaps he didn't like the submissive pose...
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