My first flight in the air was first class because of a very rich man that knew my brother. He offered me trips to Australia and a trip into a nearby shopping mall to buy anything I wanted in clothes. Fool that I was most would say, I turned him down. I wanted to see Australia with my ex :-) He was suprised and told me no one had turned him down before. I smiled and told him I would not take advantage of him. Sadly he died a year later from a brutal beating. His heart was richer then the millions he had in the bank.
Stories Worth Wiping Your A** With
Whether you're making a deposit at the stank bank, dropping a return at the squat shop, or conducting a brown business meeting, these perfectly timed tales provide the literary fragrance your privacy deserves. F
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blessin's,
cynth'ya lewis reed
the Meditteranean.
It is nice....
I like this travel theme we're on!