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Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Oh Charlotte... why must you make your invisible, silky strands of webbing where I walk in my yard. And why is it always at face level so it ends up on me. —WebbedOut
Tags: Sorry I'm not home right now I'm walking into spiderwebs So leave a message And I'll call you back