Ahem. I will never forget the day I asked my mom what it meant. Her face went red. She was deadly quiet as she examined my face probably waiting and watching to see if maybe I already knew the answer and was just fishing for her to say it. I looked back with a questioning, blank look.. as I honestly had no clue what it meant. I waited for her answer
I’d have to engage with you on this. Which is not something I typically do! I really like reading a post that will make people think. Also, thanks for allowing me to speak my mind!
I really like your blog.. very nice colors & theme. Did you create this website yourself or did you hire someone to do it for you? Plz respond as I’m looking to construct my own blog and would like to know where u got this from. thanks a lot
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