As I fall onto the pile of freshly dried clothes, I can feel the freshness seeping into my skin. The comforting warmth flows through me in the dead of winter. More... and more... and more. I never want to get up.
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 9:26 AM UTC
As I fall onto the pile of freshly dried clothes, I can feel the freshness seeping into my skin. The comforting warmth flows through me in the dead of winter. More... and more... and more. I never want to get up.
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