Bad Habits Are Hard To Break
Hello, Baub. This is froufrou, I fell off the wagon. What do I do? I’m hanging all over this tree and I’m, so high I cannot see. Frou, I am on my way, so just let go. You have the adorning! One day at a time. We will pick up the pieces in the morning.
12/20/2016
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2016
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