“EMS! Open the door!”
With a towel wrapped around her wet hair, Chastity made her way down the hall. When she opened the door, they rushed past like a house on fire.
“How long has he been unresponsive?”
She perched on the edge of the chair and resumed painting her toenails. “Since before dinner, I think.”
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/ April 9, 2019Diabolical…
Doesn’t it feel like we should be on day 25 or something?
Love this
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/ April 9, 2019Aren’t we? LOL! I wonder what color her polish was.
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