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When all summed her home was immaculate,  like pearl polished porcelain and her maple floors smelled of good soap and wax; between Sunday lunch and dessert, she would stroll to the bathroom to throw-up.
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Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 8:53 AM UTC
Aunt Lucille's Secret
When all summed her home was immaculate,  like pearl polished porcelain and her maple floors smelled of good soap and wax; between Sunday lunch and dessert, she would stroll to the bathroom to throw-up.
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Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 8:53 AM UTC
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