prostatecurious
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In a light and breathable tartan skirt she gained the uppper hand on the knoll ahead with a picnic basket in hand. Spring time was idea for a picnic and on this day the smell of young wildflowers was overpowering, in the way that lilacs were overpowering in great numbers. There were no great numbers today, only herself, the fresh air and the birds in the sky.
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