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Day: September 25, 2018
- September 25, 2018
I skipped along the sidewalk, my sandals clacking along the cement. I run through the sprinklers, allowing the water to destroy my hair. The sound of laughter sings as well as the ice cream truck. I dig into my
- September 25, 2018
The way it is now that I’m old, that nonny-nonny leaves me cold; once, heaving breasts and a plush bum sure warmed me, but now seem humdrum; the stockings, garters and brassieres which animated my prime years are all
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