You and your girls and their friend were in London, staying in a sunny room with four twin beds at the top of four long, narrow flights of carpeted stairs that one of you always stumbled on at least once. You strolled Kensington Garden and had afternoon tea. You admired Princess Di’s dresses, still and … Continue reading Andes Mint #9: Show me a girl who's not afraid
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