flirting
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It wasn’t what I had planned, but a day of childhood wonder made for a wonderful weekend.
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He called it stupidity, and I let the word sit. Somewhere between a hot hob and a crumbling bridge, the tone shifted—and so did my thinking. If caution makes me “stupid,” then so be it. I didn’t push. I just listened, quietly taking note of all that it revealed.
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A sexy, inevitable exchange of power, but who is the real prisoner here?
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Who is a woman like me, exactly? Come catch up with me in my latest installment here.
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I’ve been grounded for a few days but it’s great to be flying high again.
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In the battle of the sexes there are winners and losers, or aer there?
The Thoughts & Musings Of Mrs Wolfie 