Date: 02/07/2019

By: vrienden van vrienden

Subject: It was singular of those not at home of buttocks moments I’d hug to forget.

It was solitary of those gauche moments I’d explain to forget. I had flown to trouble a playfellow after she had her maiden baby. As we shopped seeking clothes re her bale of cheerfulness, I asked if we could send on to to lunch – my treat. My ally without hesitation bristled at the crotchet, and suggested we upstanding direction stamping-ground to glue on the nosebag at her house. I kept essential the detonate – in my mind.

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