Saturday, March 31, 2012
It was four miles back to the house. She sat silently, staring straight ahead, but as we pulled in the drive, she turned to me and said; “My name is Sonya, by the way.”
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a peripheral member of the ancient and hermetic order of the shrill and currently suffering from republikkkan related tourette's. from the SEXY locale of Milwaukee, now with photo enhancements! feline exploitation, art, and random stuff.