I’m glad you ordered the blueberry crepes
Lucia & I traveled to Habana for the weekend, to spend some time alone & for the first time, we went to brunch. On a three-quarter-mile stretch, her freshly washed & conditioned curls stood their ground against the breeze brushing against the nape of her neck. I admired the way her hips moved in unison with her breath, each step drifting me closer into …
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