NANCYLICIOUS

Cipher

The best part of the evening was when he fell for me. The room was small, bare, and wooden-floored. The stereo was seated on the kitchen counter. I could hear Neal cupping his hands and shouting “bgirl!” in my direction every few minutes . . . . but chose to ignore it. I guess it [...]

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