Miss Nomer

Oh, how I nearly felt, in the midst of all that looking. Though, as a matter of fact, where I saw my own reflection may

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You’ve met me at a weird time in my life.
“I am not an animal,” Regina muttered as foam hit the screen.
A white horse wearing a silver-gilded helmet with large white tufted feathers sticking out of it and matching epaulettes will still stink.
God said fatherhood is a blessing, but his father went to jail for impregnating his mom.
This must be where all the big kids go when they’re allowed to be outside for lunch, when they can cross a street without holding a mommy or daddy’s hand.