I wonder if maybe his face is more useless than priceless? So, now, when she put her lipstick on.... Could it be a vision of a man, natural, masculine, kilted. She looks over her shoulder from the vanity. He's not there. .... Daydreaming again. Smudged lips.
Go, have fun, don't work at, make it fun! Kilt them, for they know not, what they wear. Where am I now?
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