Flattery in a Moment of Panic

I don’t intend to enlist chuckles at this point, though I am writing about boobs; my own, none-the-less.

I hope that he gets hunger. because next

I hope that he gets hunger. because next year he’ll beg me to come and cook at Elk camp.

Had I known the snows would be falling soon, I’m not so sure I would have gone through with the adoption. But…

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