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[margo_fabray]

Sometimes I have this dream where I'm carrying a cross. Like the one Jesus carried when he walked to give his life for us. It's really heavy and my shoulders ache, but I keep pressing on because I know I have to. There are people I don't know around me, watching me, but then they all fade away and I'm alone with my cross. I could stop walking, but

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[harper_summers]

That sounds bad? Hit me with it, girly.

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[margo_fabray]

It's not bad! I need your help shopping. Maybe Sunday or next weekend?

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[harper_summers]

Shopping?! You should've just said! You know I'm down with wasting some of Daddy's money. What are we shopping for?

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[margo_fabray]

Well, it's the shopping that I need help with. I need to get an outfit. Like, a leather one. Faux leather would work too.

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[harper_summers]

You and...leather? I can't picture it.

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[margo_fabray]

I know. I haven't really worn it before. But it was something Jesse and I talked about... :)

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[harper_summers]

Kinky! ;)

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[margo_fabray]

You're making me blush! Anyway, that's why I need you to go with me shopping. I can't do it alone.

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[harper_summers]

Sunday, right? I'm there.

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[margo_fabray]

Yes, Sunday. Thank you!!