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Common Sense, or Lack Thereof

 Mindi shifted nervously. He put an arm on the back of the couch and the other on his lap. His eyes looked sharp, in control, and completely yummy. Like chocolate, not only in color, but in delectability. “Ten o’clock is … Continue reading

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