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We’re up, and it’s a gray Sunday. I enjoyed some morning cuddles with Pippin. We had some rain move in overnight, helping to persuade the last of the snow to leave town. The farmers won’t complain. We were sloths yesterday. Shawshank had the day off, and we didn’t need to go shopping, so neither of…

From my phone to Fansly’s vailt: where porn goes to die.