‘Tis the season
It’s fecking cold.
D & “Maggie” and the boys are at Mademoiselle D’s, I’m really glad to see them.
I stayed over there practically all night and I swear it’s like me and her are sisters.
Heh.
Sisters like where the little sister wants to totally FUCK big sister and brother-in-law.
My god if she ever read this I would die.
She brought her keyboard and he brought his guitar, the acustic one.
And they played, together, after the boys were all asleep.
I’m still gushing.
Really.
Big gushing goo.
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