Right Awful Anne Atkins – Agonising Aunt and Vicar’s Wife

Lent, joy, delight, cuddles, contact, yeaaaaar, I suffer, yes me, oh how I’ve struggled so much more than you. Words, long words, polysyllabic words, my mother, Dorian Gray, a con man never shows his face.

The Invisible Magic Friend, face to face, but without a face or a bit of a face, never shows his face. New Tasty Mint, women, wear authority over our glory. C.S. Lewis (obviously), Greek cupid, pant, pant, pant, St. Paul.

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