Silly Woman
Silly Woman

Silly Woman

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I have serious issues, something my friend Alicia can't help, let alone understand. Alicia was sometimes a better door than a door. -Thank you for letting me sleep at her place tonight. - I thanked you sincerely. The friend gave a wry smile. - If anyone was supposed to have left the house that night, it was him. - she said. My silence was the best response I could come up with.
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