21, all things yarn and baking, some acrobatics and fire spinning, PT school post completion of undergrad this summer. Big things.
Mr. B thought that it’d be an excellent idea to come over and fondle my bare arms and tell me “Well, aren’t you fit?”. Which is something in and of itself.
What does not help is that, right at that moment, a guy was here to pick up some stuff for his poor sister who is in the hospital currently.
Oh my god, Mr. B.
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thegirlwhobloggedlikeaman said:
awk…
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