Better people by Ingrid Phaneuf

Thunder rumbled, and while that too might have previously distracted her, she was pleasantly surprised to realize that she couldn’t care less. Her hair was a frizzy mess, but she could be standing in a patch of poison ivy and she wouldn't give a damn. She was getting laid!

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Ingrid Phaneuf
Ingrid Phaneuf
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