Stay. My boobs are, that is.
My computer, not so much. It gave up its final BSoD while I was in the dressing room waiting for the doctor to look at my pictures. 45 minutes and a quarter tube of ultrasound later, I was out of there with a clean breast of health and a dead computer. I finished the day's work on Wm's computer at home, but that's not a
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