sliced bread is the greatest thing since betty white
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She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second best.
I waited for this.
The graffiti reads: “I could only afford to buy a spray can and write: Happy birthday, son. I love you.”
That’s a ball pit I would take an extra hour in