Artist?
I told him I loved him once, a lifetime ago. Would he remember? He sat engrossed at the Dickensian desk, pen and jotter in hand. I think he may have […]
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Even her long legs, plumped up diva red lips and flash of thigh didn’t work on policewomen apparently. “Step out of the car madam” As soon as that breathalyzer was […]
Musings and Smatterings 