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Mal ,'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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I'm so sorry, Aimee. I wish you peace.
Why don't we get in touch after you are back, get the kids together for some play? I have a bag of cute clothes and shoes for Emeline.
Oh my God, Aimee. I'm so sorry. {{{Aims}}}
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Oh, I am so sorry, Aims and DJ. Peace to both of you and to your loved ones.
Robin, how are you feeling?
Hey Robin, speaking of visits, I'd love to see you. Friday maybe? I tried to email you, but I think I must have flubbed your address.
Oh, Aimee.
Aimee, I'm so sorry for your loss.
Aimee, I'm so terribly sorry. I wish you all the peace and comfort in the world.