For more than half of my life I had to struggle to survive, every single day, I was lonely and homeless. I had to defend myself against attackers and I never knew what I would have to eat the next day. Living on the streets has taught me my lessons the hard way.
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When the snow covers the landscape on a cold winter’s day and nature has fallen into a peaceful sleep, then there is nothing better than snuggling up in bed.
Of course you like melons, everyone likes melons. Some like big juicy melons, others like little sweet melons. To tell the truth, I like all types of melons.
Maybe I’m just a stupid blonde girl. Bite me! But I really don’t understand why it is so vital to go on vacation during a deadly pandemic. I prefer to stay at home, there is enough sun here too.
The heat rises in me, I put it in my mouth and let my tongue play with it, I enjoy the juicy taste. It’s so delicious! I close my lips and slowly let it slide further and further into my mouth.
It’s a fact, shoes are my weak point. Does that make me a sex object that men can freely dispose of? No, I do not think so. Am I the bad girl because I dress the way I dress? What about those who project their perverse thoughts on me? Think about it.
Something big is approaching us, dark clouds of foreboding are piling up on the horizon. You can feel the tension in the electrified air, it’s almost like feeling the discharge on your skin. It seems as if time has stopped, everything is silent, a deceptive peace.
Congratulations, good job, now you know the secret. Yes, James was always just a distraction, his manner was perfect for drawing attention so I, Miss Moneypenny, could do the work in the background quietly.
I feel helpless, I don’t know what to say, I don’t know whether to cry or yell. But I’m standing here and I’m not going to give the fucking racists and fascists a single inch.
Some day, and that day may never come, I’ll call upon you to do a service for me. But, until that day, accept this favor as a gift.