Rupert doesn't know anything about F. Land because he was born there. Green is overrated. Rain is overrated. What Rupert does know is about happy places. He left almost twenty years ago, going in and out of style, always with a big smile. The happiness of those who leave. Selfish, bold happiness.
He doesn't know and he doesn't care. He has a ukelele, a back garden and a girl. A boisterous, flamboyant girl who makes his life brighter. And a lot more complicated.
Rupert was walking a slippery slope. Swinging between girls like a butterfly between two tempting, scrumptious flowers. Would he fall? And, more important, where?
Sometimes Lucy hinted a secret, little smile. Rupert fell in Bubble Land. With her.
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