Love Hurts: A My Fair Lady Story
I begin my tale on a cold winter's eve. Outside, I could hear the wind screaming through the trees. Snow was falling in droves across the lawn. There was no way I was getting out…
I begin my tale on a cold winter's eve. Outside, I could hear the wind screaming through the trees. Snow was falling in droves across the lawn. There was no way I was getting out…
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