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Sunday afternoon her best bud, our dearest friend, coming over for a television marathon: appetizer, a glass onion, a ****** mystery to whet, NFL football main course, accompanied by her pasta bolognese, plus a tasty choice of English after-dinner treats, with chocolate chip cookies, candied pecans, a platter of  BBC sweet treats, even one Viennese, some creatures large and small, a Victorian female most scarlet. I proffer: *I will wear my best pressed bleu jeans, my new Kit & Ace bleu sweater, (that she bought me) actively participating in all activities, even keep my cussing to a tolerable minimum, and if asked, will gather in a taxi, no matter it raining bitter cold.* She weighs my terms, excepting her acceptance: Responding that my dress code excessively formal, sweatpants will be infinitely more comfortable, than jeans, given the intense intensity of couched exertion. A sole thought courses through my body: **Lord! what a magnificent creature you have planted in my garden**.
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Jan 10, 2023
Jan 10, 2023 at 8:48 AM UTC
What a Magnificent Creature the Lord Planted in My Garden
Sunday afternoon her best bud, our dearest friend, coming over for a television marathon: appetizer, a glass onion, a ****** mystery to whet, NFL football main course, accompanied by her pasta bolognese, plus a tasty choice of English after-dinner treats, with chocolate chip cookies, candied pecans, a platter of  BBC sweet treats, even one Viennese, some creatures large and small, a Victorian female most scarlet. I proffer: *I will wear my best pressed bleu jeans, my new Kit & Ace bleu sweater, (that she bought me) actively participating in all activities, even keep my cussing to a tolerable minimum, and if asked, will gather in a taxi, no matter it raining bitter cold.* She weighs my terms, excepting her acceptance: Responding that my dress code excessively formal, sweatpants will be infinitely more comfortable, than jeans, given the intense intensity of couched exertion. A sole thought courses through my body: **Lord! what a magnificent creature you have planted in my garden**.
2:09 PM sun Jan 8 2023
nat-lipstadt
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99/M/NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
Jan 10, 2023
Jan 10, 2023 at 8:48 AM UTC
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