My girl and I were talking about the last Mother’s Day in high school. Boy I wish we could do it all over again. She’s like my clone. Or me, hers. Anyways, she said she was getting me a clone for my birthday. Yay! I will put her in charge of all internet activities. What? Oh! My girl says, “no Mama. I mean cologne”. Oh!!! Dang! Oh well. No clone of me could ever take her place. She already knows my fave, so that’s why she didn’t ask. Easy mistake. Oh well. That cologne c-lone will be in charge of making me smell good. My fave cologne? Umm…Opium and Rapture. Yours? Trace
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