Quote by J. Lynn Download Open image ““Smoothing the stray hairs at her temples, she cursed again. A nice, juicy little F-bomb. Her”” — J. Lynn ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.0 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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