In a chat with my mom, long ago, she wished me a man to whom I would not have to explain myself. A man who understood me and loved/accepted me the way I was. And my grandma told me it didn't matter if my man was green or brown, as long as he was the right one for me. Top it with indulgence and voilà!
In a chat with my mom, long ago, she wished me a man to whom I would not have to explain myself. A man who understood me and loved/accepted me the way I was. And my grandma told me it didn't matter if my man was green or brown, as long as he was the right one for me. Top it with indulgence and voilà!
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