“Tonight,” she pirouetted over to a different pile, “Is all about embracing the mystery and the alluring glamour of the unknown. That is the name of the game.”
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She adored her niece and two nephews but if she’d known she’d be fantasising about doing the hoovering and plugging in an air freshener after watching them for a few days, she’d have thought twice. |
AuthorPoetry poetry poetry! This is where submissions get a bit more creative than most, and it's a wonder how many HOLers (particularly the eagles) are filled with fabulous artsyness. Archives
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