I love the look on her face.
It was just going to happen; there was no way I was going to avoid getting leaves dumped on me from a blue plastic shovel.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Intensity, thy name is Anna
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I love the look on her face.
It was just going to happen; there was no way I was going to avoid getting leaves dumped on me from a blue plastic shovel.
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