Confession Ms Ethel Brown when you turned me down. I felt like warm butter my heart was a flutter. It was for reasons I dare not express. Perhaps your sweet shape? I did run a tape. Over your figure, I guess. Perhaps being shy, I did not really try to explain why I carried a measure. For modesty's... Sign in to see full entry.
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