In my defense…I was left unsupervised.
She nibbled her thumb nail. She knew she should stop herself. Twas an old habit that seemed to creep back into play when she was worried. Or scared. Or upset. At the moment she was a mix of all of these things and more.… Continue Reading “”
In my defense...I was left unsupervised.
Just for a laugh
In my defense...I was left unsupervised.
In my defense...I was left unsupervised.
Like Mother Teresa, only better.
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