An early morning engagement had me scrambling, Dear Reader, had me scrambling to post another tidbit of my naughty novel, O. Camp for Adults. My early afternoon was spent untangling a mess of links (think Lucille Ball with html code flying everywhere). And now I pray the artichoke I've been steaming for the past decade is finally done cooking.
Always, Abina
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