It's a party. All your friends are coming to the party. All the people you know are coming to the party. You've squeezed into that tight pink number you picked up on that shopping trip with the girls. You've strapped into matching stilettos. You've organized the caterers and champagne and the only thing left is to get the guest of honour. A fond
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You excite so easily, my dear.
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