I feel like a champion for making it through yoga with a sore, battered pussy and ass, and I’m glad about that. I’m having way too much fun with Janie and Penny to skip a week.
I’m fresh back from swimming when Ant calls me on Thursday night, my hair still scraped up in a bun. I give him a wave onscreen, my stir fry pan already out and ready to start my cooking, but he doesn’t wave back.




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