The cool A/C air chilled me to the bone. My gritty throat isn't soothed by the dry swallowing. A glance into my review mirror tells me nobody is around, yet I feel like I'm being watched. Why am I so paranoid? It's not like I'm doing anything wrong. I need this and most people would… Continue reading The Girl Next Door
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