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#368
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Honey
Honeydew
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He'd spent his time saying extra prayers to their virgin mother as praise for his good fortune, but both holy words and sacred thoughts were knocked ajar as his steaming husband slid into the pew beside him. Tilting his head to get a better look at the Prince, he could feel his prayer rocks slide in his grasp, nearly tumbling to the floor. His voice was hushed and quiet, not wanting to draw attention to either themselves, or disturb the preparation of the mass. "What is wrong, my lord?"
And I can't change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to... ...I can't change
Even if I try
Even if I wanted to
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Posted 06-22-2012, 12:13 AM
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