mrs cutdown
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| Introduction | In my dream I’m running along a corridor in a stately home trying to escape from the zombies who are chasing me. Rest assured – you wont go mad through dirty earrings. It’s just not worth it. But I cried, my mind went numb and I had to be taken home. I felt my children needed me less and I couldn’t handle being rejected by the supermarket. I’m not a maniac. I have a bit of cellulite, I must admit, but I’m not a woman. Your husband’s departure came like a bolt out of the blue and you’re still in shock. You say you’re nearing completion of your house. As for being a latent homosexual, I don’t think this is the case. She’s a lucky lady your wife. |
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