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Cling On Baby

How long has it been? 
Close to 20 I guess. No no, it is 18, 18 years. I remember I was 16 and you were 18. We could not even run away together, I was still a minor :)

You are right, it is 18... not that I would have run away with you... I had no money no friends and did not know where away was :)

Dog, you were always a Dog Raj!!!

Bhou Bhou but you still tag along, don't you?
I do, I always will... I will lead you by your leash until one of us is gone.

And then, then what would the other do?
I know what I will do with you if you are gone, I will steal some cinders from your ash and make myself an amulet. I will always carry you along, until I am a old hag and I cant walk any more. And then, when when I go to sleep, they will leave that amulet on.

Straight out of FLS princess. How would you explain that to your husband?
I'll tell him something.Not that I plan to marry anytime now!

How is it Princess... with me around?
Hmmm! I can walk into the night and not be worried about Ghosts behind the mountains, I can sleep tight and not be worried about strangers under the bed, I go to the loo and I am not worried about cameras at the vent. I am not afraid of falling sick, not afraid of late night parties and can get drunk. As long as you are there, there is light.

So I am your friendly bodyguard eh!?
No Raj, you are my dog.

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