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"Sir! It behooves me to reprove youfor the move you made in the Louvre!"
she said adjusting her blouse as they stepped
out into the sunlight .
"However, if again you'd like to try...
I know a lovely place in the Gardens of Versailles."
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Dear Uncle Count Sneaky,
These just keep getting better! Are you still considering a book? Or are you content putting everything on your electronic notebook?
Cordially and with wishes for a very Happy Easter, your niece, the Paper Aproness
Nice behoovin...
New to your blog but enjoyed what I've read. Many thanks, I look forward to coming back for more.
I'd brace for the sting of a rebuke myself if a hint of tryst is in the cards. Splendid slice of life. I wish my daily life is as exciting as this.
Your Excellency, seasonal felicitations from a small island off the north west of continental europe, as BO was informed.
I have navigated my way here from the very fine alantru's blog entitled 'sick days'.
May I commend this collection of fine literature, it is a spiffing wheeze, what?
best
dave
Almost sweet, but very funny.
Ah, wouldn't it be loverly?
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