Grace snatched the laptop and began clicking through the profiles. “Aww, apparently Steven thought it’d be a turn-on to take a selfie in front of a filthy bathroom mirror.”
Grace clicked onward and both women gasped. “Dear God, is that pleather?” she asked, shielding her eyes.
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I'm currently dealing with a torn meniscus injury I acquired in a soccer game this past week, so I won't be doing much today besides lying in bed and eating ice cream. Every injury requires ice cream to heal properly. It's just a known fact. Wishing you all a relaxing, ice cream-filled day as well! :)