When I woke up this morning, there was a woman in bed with me. Instead of
the_original1's torn jeans and witty t-shirts, there were flowing skirts and patterned, gauzy shirts in the dresser drawers and in the closet. I had to push aside lipstick and mascara in the medicine cabinet to get at my toothpaste. It's not my makeup. I don't wear the stuff. There
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