Every -Assortment of teas- I’ve ever gotten were from someone who “saw them and thought about me or thought that I would love them”
This has led me to strongly believe that I too am an assortment of flavors .
It makes sense
5o shades of fabulous ~ Cruciverbalist in the making ~ Muslimah
“…… you left me hanging on a wall, In a room where no one wants to walk in…” Welcome to my sad days , sorry the butterflies here cry thems...
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