pearls before swine "balaklava"
About a year and a half ago, when moving from Pensacola, where I was on a path of selflove, to Havelock, where I really didn't want to be as it didn't suit the desires of that selflove, I told Nic as we crossed an intersection that I was at a crossroads, at which point I would no longer cuss. True, I failed at this, but I just realized that I was
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