Thank goodness for our youth. Or our imagined youth. I managed to convince my mother (57) to get on her horse and explore the marshes today in the sun. We played hide-and-go-seek; the reeds were tall enough to conceal us.
i sorted the tickets out byyyy the way, am taking this guy nick from my drama class. although now i think he thinks i like him, so if he rapes me, i shall blame you
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Thank goodness for our youth. Or our imagined youth. I managed to convince my mother (57) to get on her horse and explore the marshes today in the sun. We played hide-and-go-seek; the reeds were tall enough to conceal us.
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