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Trigger warning: This story touches on issues of substance abuse, mental health, suicide and self-harm. Time heals all wounds, but it also takes a chunk out of your lifetime and—please excuse my French—age is a bitch. Sure, I have the wisdom of experience from more than just one life lived, but I am now effectively residing in the biological body of a worn-out g-string.They say hindsight is always 20/20. Fair enough. I have been through enough life lessons that, if given the chance to talk sense into my younger self, I would likely take a sl...
"You wear sunglasses in winter?!" She asked him more or less ignorantly with an undertone of cheeky seduction - Mel was technically a tropical flower herself and very well travelled but had to admit that she had never made it to the southern hemisphere and was in fact completely dumbfounded to find out that Down Under - was precisely that. Down under and upside down. It had simply never occurred to her that her summer could be his winter. "'Course! - it's pretty darn sunny during winter!" replied Waz, that hunky surfer chiseled to precisio...
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