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I have a problem. 🖤 I’m always wanting to do what other people aren’t. What I mean is that I’m a quiet rebel/nonconformist. I do my own thing and don’t make a big deal out of it. I hate doing what the majority of other people are. If everyone is going vegan, I’m going carnivore.…
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Tangled Moon: …He took up his coat and held it to her. Catherine pushed her arms though. It was big enough to cover most of her so it would do. She took her shoes when he handed them over, pulling them on with a look of disgust. “I hate these,” she said. “I can’t say…
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Part One Tangled Moon: …Her brows lifted but she seemed more amused than anything. Her smile returned. “And who decides that?” She had him cornered but that was all right. Regardless of her reaction he’d enjoy watching it. “Men of means.” “Yeah, I thought something like that was coming. I majored in classical literature, remember?…
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Tangled Moon: “You know you never even asked me if I had a boyfriend,” she said as if trying to create some emotional distance between them after she’d gotten too friendly. He knew very well she didn’t, but played along anyway. “Then he should’ve taken better care of you.” “Maybe he’s sending out reinforcements right…
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Tangled Moon: …Catherine took it, going to the settee. She seemed to change her mind and took the chair next to his instead. She put the glass down on the table between them. He went back to where he’d been sitting. Obviously, he wasn’t going to do any reading today. Not when he could watch…
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This is an easy one (and many of you probably already know the answer): 🖤🐺🧛🧟⚔️☠️💀
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Well, yes. On account of I’m supposed to, liberty and yadda yadda, but unfortunately nothing really seems to change. People are all being people. Money is being chased, lies are told. Same old story, different faces, different times. 🤷♀️ Yes, I vote but I’m jaded about it.
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Tangled Moon: Part Five He pushed her gently back but she tried climbing over him again. He caught her shoulders. “I need you,” she breathed, wiggling free. She got up into his face, too close to his mouth. “Jonas, please.” “I can’t.” Damn it, but his body was reacting without his mind’s permission. A young…
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The above picture of my dearly departed favorite mug (may she rest in peace) says it all. ❤️🩹😮🖤
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Darcy Branwyn 