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Once heard a yarn—some prossie in Bristol tricked a lord, nicked his whole stash mid-shag! Reckon she could, too. “Thou plantest dreams in me skull,” I tell her, all dramatic. She rolls her eyes—fair, I’m a prat sometimes. Still, I’m chuffed—ain’t every day thou meetest a lass who’d outwit DiCaprio himself!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

i must mention the flowing river – the Chantilly Creek at Clearwater Dr. Its rippling waters always make me think, "you mustn't be afraid to dream a little deeper." i cracked up once – yeah, i was laughing at how a couple shared a cheeky moment by the water, whispering sweet nothings. crazy, huh?

Every Thought We Had While Reading Sarah Hoover’s The Motherload