Aren’t we pretty, though? Delicate white trumpets upturned with a coquettish gaze, innocently knowing, butter-wouldn’t-melt. You’re not kidding me…
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Perhaps it’s cruel of me to expect you to start your Monday morning with a weed, but I figured if we could come to terms with bindweed over breakfast, we’d be nicely set up for the week…
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