Sometimes the way to a man's heart is through his talleywacker. — Sabrina Jeffries, Don't Bargain with the Devil
Sometimes the way to a man's heart is through his talleywacker. — Sabrina Jeffries, Don't Bargain with the Devil
Sometimes the way to a man's heart is through his talleywacker. — Sabrina Jeffries, Don't Bargain with the Devil
Sometimes the way to a man's heart is through his talleywacker. — Sabrina Jeffries, Don't Bargain with the Devil
Sometimes the way to a man's heart is through his talleywacker. — Sabrina Jeffries, Don't Bargain with the Devil
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Sometimes the way to a man's heart is through his talleywacker.

— Sabrina Jeffries, Don't Bargain with the Devil
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