Nothing Up My Sleeve

This photie greatly disturbs me. There we were, enjoying the moment as the sun turned down the duvet and kicked its slippers off, when the bony hand of doom unfurled itself above us really to pluck up anyone close enough with it’s cold grasping digits and flick them into the pit of oblivion with the curled forefinger of despair.

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