My parents are vv bad influences. They took me out and got me drunk on Lebanese red wine under the pretence of telling me about their holiday and the nightmare of their roof repairs (first roofer fled when they called trading standards, now it's raining, argh, makes my boiler dealings look prudent and well planned
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Gabrielle
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Congrats on getting all that writing done.
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Ha ha, you are singing my song. I sang it the whole time I was in SPN.
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And she's so pretty, Snick. People should want to read stories about Gen being naked and pretty. Hmph.
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So true. So, so true.
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