I hardly ever have enough time these days to do a proper post on Sunday
mornings, so I am just going to post
a picture, and then you can tell me what it makes you feel or think in
the comments. I will too.
Trudy really was an incurable flirt. Young, old and in between. Everyone within her sphere of influence quickly fell beneath her charms. Oh how they loved to be near here. Just sitting next to her was a party. She had the gift of gab and the ability to make anyone sitting next to her feel like they were the only one in the room, and the only one that mattered. And the truth was, that for Trudy at least, and in that moment and in that room . . . they were the only one. Now that's what I call a special gift . . .
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Trudy really was an incurable flirt. Young, old and in between. Everyone within her sphere of influence quickly fell beneath her charms. Oh how they loved to be near here. Just sitting next to her was a party. She had the gift of gab and the ability to make anyone sitting next to her feel like they were the only one in the room, and the only one that mattered. And the truth was, that for Trudy at least, and in that moment and in that room . . . they were the only one. Now that's what I call a special gift . . .
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