| >> | Аноним Среда 24 Янв 2018 19:03:56 Ср 24 Янв 2018 19:03
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>She was done, and she needed to go in a very well constructed box - in this case a hardboard one with loads of foam and such inside - because she was travelling a long way. So, I took some fairly quick final photos, wrapped and packed her, the courier was arranged, and shortly after that my queen left me...
>Feeling quite pleased with myself, having ticked off so many personal firsts and producing a piece that I was mostly quite proud of, I went off on a family holiday.
>On the first day after arriving, I was greeted with an email. The queen was dead...
>Simply put, the courier had completely destroyed her. All of the work done to build, pin, glue, fill and fix her. Sand, prime, sand and prime again, paint, paint and paint some more... Undone in probably one moment. Smashed. Heart. Broken...
>I have offered to fix her, but there has been no progress on that. As it stands, the cockroaches have no queen. She didn't fall to the sword beetle inside her head, as the back story goes. She fell from the hands of the clumsy bol**s employee instead.
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