Banana bread, track pants, and nights of Schitt’s Creek
The clatter and noise from this new virus was bleak
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The clatter and noise from this new virus was bleak
Read MoreSomeone stopping by unannounced sends my brain into a social tailspin and feels like fireworks have just been dropped in my lap; all I can do is smile, pretend it doesn’t burn and act like sparks from my loins are normal.
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