It’s 24 degrees outside. A rareity for Charleston. My little starlet rhythmically snores softly beside me. Her breathe warms my face and heart. These snuggle times are what warm memories are made of…
It’s 24 degrees outside. A rareity for Charleston. My little starlet rhythmically snores softly beside me. Her breathe warms my face and heart. These snuggle times are what warm memories are made of…
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