Summers and solitude, winters and wistfulness. God, Arctic snow and strawberries.
Thursday, July 30, 2015
so juicy you can't spill
And I heard the most SCANDALOUS story that will probably ever happen across my boring little life, the kind that would even make the headlines, and I can't tell anyone. Not even my best friend. Sometimes I wonder why I have morals.
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