The other day I walked into the bedroom, and found The Maiden on her knees, leaning on the bed, her hands clasped and her eyes closed in concentration, and she seemed to be whispering a silent prayer. As I turned to leave so as not to disturb her, I couldnt help but hear what she was saying... it went something along the lines of "Lord, I thank you each and every day for the good genes you gave my husband so that our baby could turn out as good looking as he is. Amen."
Thats my story, and im sticking with it!
Thats my story, and im sticking with it!
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