When it’s 95 degrees at 7pm, a gal is justified in being less-than-herself. That’s where I find myself as I write this. I had wanted to tell you about some of my summer experiences. I’m hoping heat…
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When it’s 95 degrees at 7pm, a gal is justified in being less-than-herself. That’s where I find myself as I write this. I had wanted to tell you about some of my summer experiences. I’m hoping heat…