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'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
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Body seems little worse for wear one day after my tumble down the stairs. I have a few mild aches, and I'm tired, but nothing glaring.
Huh.
We'll see how long that lasts.
WOO!
Sweet potatoes appear to be a go. Cross all digits for the next few days that there are no unearthly ass reactions to said orange goodness.
We have found a food! I repeat, we have found a food!
t massages Daniel
t does food dance for Lili
YAY!
Yay, Tickybox!
mmm Massage...
Mmm. Food: [link]
Yay Tickybox and food! Will you teach me to eat next? (I swear, this forgetting to eat or not having time to eat thing can STOP any time now.)
Anne, job-ma...
Juliana...there are no words. You are in my thoughts and heart.
Mmm. Food: [link]
I think that's a little more than "like". Ima call her "Sweet Tater" now.