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her mother’s daughter

. In case it’s not obvious, this is not my actual refrigerator. I’m thinking it’s not really anyone’s actual refrigerator cause not for nothin’, but who the heck has an entire shelf of tomatoes? Or not one but three large bottles of coke? Right? Right. ** 8:30 p.m. Just before bedtime. I hear Brooke make … Continue reading