With that guttural blast of growling passion, one of my most favorite 30 minutes of the week has begun.
The four of us are in the main bedroom. I’m sitting on our bed, looking out at the trees swaying in the breeze outside our window.
I don’t even call this room mine and Danny’s anymore, since this room is the only place in the house where we co…
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