FaceTime s.w
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Last published Thu, Sep 3, 2015
dipping my legs first to balance myself, i fully lay back in the warm water.
shutting my eyes and humming to the music from my phone, it was interrupted by a call.
groaning, i answer it not realizing i answered a FaceTime call.
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samwilkinson
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