I woke up this morning from a dream that probably took a cue from A's photography (woman, tree). Vaguely voyeuristic.
But the man, significantly, wanted pictures of the woman and not the woman herself. Also, the "pictures" became little half-bitten chunks of sharp white cheddar, and I tried to throw them away discreetly.
But the man, significantly, wanted pictures of the woman and not the woman herself. Also, the "pictures" became little half-bitten chunks of sharp white cheddar, and I tried to throw them away discreetly.
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