Dunking therapy

My beloved is worried about me. “Whatever happened to your Biscuit Dunking Society?” she asks me. “Why don’t you all meet up some time?” Things must be bad if she’s actively encouraging me to dunk chocolate biscuits in mugs of hot chai. Usually the biscuit tin is locked away, out of sight. Is dunking therapy the last recourse for these blues?

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