Mind teeming with deep, dark wintry cobwebs? Aunty Ida’s just the one to clean them out.
Perhaps a little too enthusiastically.
So, you know, keep an eye on your brain. 8 more words
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“He smiled at Bradamant dazzlingly. Irene felt a little of the overspill of it, the burning surge of slavish desire and passionate adoration, and felt the brand across her back burn like raw ice in reaction.
I’m gonna be real quick today because the sauna is getting hot and my girls are getting impatient – every Friday my husband is home we have ourselves a sauna. 248 more words