casper

I'm chewing a block of 'raw diablo cheese', from the farmer's market. Raven, my two year old, is asking me for more thunder and lightening. She's not afraid of nature. We count the crows on the sidewalk, as they caw and hop, hop, hop to scatter and disappear. I'm checking my phone to see if the Genius Punk has messaged me. I have a crush on him.

I don't have sex with many of my male friends, not even close. But some things are inevitable. Like the rain.

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The Husfriend? He's excellent. I can't say how his emotions swirl or turn in regards to other women; it's not a concern of mine. We have everything, we have more than we could ever need.

Love,

Casper-Elle