Our room on Coronado. We got this room at the eleventh hour courtesy the late great Uncle Rathert, who later accused me of stiffing him for the bill.
Check out this true academic - it's Super Bowl Sunday and the cat's got his nose buried in some study materials.
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that was the beginning of a long love affair with BL.
only Haz's light sleeping prevented me from trying to pee through the window screen when i woke up in a daze.
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