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There was this time…(pt. 14)
Hell, I’d settle for someone in Ventura knowing I was still alive at this point.
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There was this time…(pt.13)
Giggling at our stealth and trying to find ways to shove martinis and steaming hot mushrooms into my purse…
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There was this time…(pt. 12)
I hadn’t even noticed how far he’d run off, as it was so quick, until I spotted some 20-year-old in a microscopic bikini holding my dog in her hands.
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There was this time…(pt.6)
That doesn’t stop me from running up to him and cupping his butt with both hands. Hard.
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There was this time…(pt. 3)
Kath, as I like to call her now, make her stand out like, well, a supermodel.
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There was this time…(pt. 1)
I came out of a restaurant in the Upper Village of Montecito after a long lunch and got into her car to go home
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