My Machiavellian green-eyed monster bats her surreptitious eyelids to within an inch of her lasciviously sly lips, barking out orders like Lady Muck subconsciously screwing her fucking finger, but all I can hear is a drum roll; her Devonshire high tea served & my Mad Hatter sets the scene with nothing more than a whistle
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I love it 🙂
Andro x
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Hey you! Lovely to hear from you x
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I have been away far too long
but it’s nice getting back into
the swing of things. It’s fantastic
seeing you are still here Jodine.
Have a fun Thursday next my friend 🙂
Andro x
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