I was just teasing," I say. "I myself don't like to eat plain butter, but hey, it's a free world. — Lauren Myracle, Bliss
I was just teasing," I say. "I myself don't like to eat plain butter, but hey, it's a free world. — Lauren Myracle, Bliss
I was just teasing," I say. "I myself don't like to eat plain butter, but hey, it's a free world. — Lauren Myracle, Bliss
I was just teasing," I say. "I myself don't like to eat plain butter, but hey, it's a free world. — Lauren Myracle, Bliss
I was just teasing," I say. "I myself don't like to eat plain butter, but hey, it's a free world. — Lauren Myracle, Bliss
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I was just teasing," I say. "I myself don't like to eat plain butter, but hey, it's a free world.

— Lauren Myracle, Bliss
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