Their trail was pagan. They wore sarongs and thongs. And never giggled, hardly ever. in These titles mean nothing.
- March 21, 2022, 3:13 a.m.
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Middle of the night. Eating crackers and peanut butter with Gracie. I forget what happens tomorrow. Something though. I hope.
Last updated March 21, 2022
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