28 days. A band. A movie. A month. A course of pills. A period of time before departure.
Take an anally retentive social-phobe, put her in a sardine can filled with a few hundred people for twenty-something hours and stir. Cast off carefully created routine. Deem her hair dryer too heavy to pack. Uncouth. Uncivilised. Unacceptable.
Gin is not an option. It's a requirement.
Sincerely sailing,
Agnes J Stone
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