Dear diary
This is my friend, Sharky. Say hello Sharky... He's shy. He comes from a magical world of balloons and trousers. He loves to sing and he owns several lawnmowers. He is 50 years old and writes his own sonnets. And he fits in a drawer so I can be sure he won't get up to any mischief.
I really should go to bed.
Claire
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