My abode is about to be crawling with service people, Dahlings. The front is sealed off, the back will be temporarily even more unlivable.
Friday, February 11, 2011
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My abode is about to be crawling with service people, Dahlings. The front is sealed off, the back will be temporarily even more unlivable.
Posted by Tempest Nightingale LeTrope at 7:47 AM
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