Friday, June 1, 2007
Are there Dancing Girls or Pink Elephants Behind The Black Glass?
I knew I didn’t want to know what I had to know. What was in my garage? I could not come up with any reasonable conclusion. My Ex was an unusual man. He was pleasant to all whom he met except me. Sometimes he was cruel to his children, too. He didn’t go anywhere or do anything. He rarely drank. This... Sign in
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