Rapunzel’s captor finally gets talkative on #SatSpanks!
It sounds like your Rapunzel story is a modern and erotic twist on the classic fairy tale. The protagonist, Rebecca Sinclair, wants to be known for more than just her long blonde hair, which is a common characteristic of the original Rapunzel story. It suggests that the character’s hair may play a significant role in the story and could be styled after knowing about curling iron vs hot rollers and which is the best that suits the script’s description. It’s a creative take on a well-known tale and I’m excited to read it when it comes out in January 2017.
In fact, she wants to follow in the footsteps of her wealthy CEO of a father, but he’s made some enemies and one man in particular has come seeking vengeance. In this scene he’s chained her down on the floor, and graciously provided her a mattress to lay on, and she’s not quite sure what’s going to happen next…
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“You know, Rapunzel, daddy’s nickname for you actually fits very well. Your hair… so long, so blonde. No one has hair like this anymore.” His voice was a rumbling murmur as he talked over her, twirling a section of her hair around one finger, white gold against his tan skin. “Do you keep it long for him? Does it make him happy?”
Rebecca dropped her head back and clenched her eyes tight, refusing to answer. Why was he even talking to her like he thought she was a person? He’d made it more than clear what he thought of her. Nothing more than a tool to use as he pleased.
Despite her silence, he continued in that strangely calm monotone. “It’s long. Must have taken a long time to get it down to your hips like that.”
“Why the fuck do you care?” she snapped.
He spanked her inner thigh, the fiery shock making her hips lift involuntarily. “You will speak respectfully or you will be gagged. Understand?”
When she stayed silent he pinched the delicate skin again and twisted, sharpening the pain to a pinpoint of lightning. Her yelp made her gasp before she clenched her teeth tight. “Fine! Yes!”
“Good girl.” The man smoothed his hand over the sore spot, petting her like she was an animal, and she hated that some level of her found it soothing. “So, have you ever cut it?”
“Of course I have.” Rebecca forced the words through gritted teeth, and he tilted his head as he started to trace his fingers up to her lower belly, down across her waist, and then over her hip to return to her thigh.
“Just the ends, or -”
“I had a few inches cut off last year, my hair just grows fast. Okay?” With a jerk at the cuffs she muttered curses under her breath. The dull ache in her wrists reminded her that she wasn’t healed, and that this momentarily calm behavior was nothing more than a fleeting respite.
“Like Rapunzel,” he mused.
“Yes.”
“And you’re a natural blonde.” His fingers stroked up until he brushed the trim curls at the apex of her thighs, and she pulled hard at the cuffs binding her ankles in an effort to close her legs.
“Yes,” she hissed, digging her nails into her palms.
“Like Rapunzel.” There was a dreamy quality to his voice, something strange inside it that belied the anger she’d normally heard from him.
“Why do you keep calling me that?” Rebecca swallowed hard when he raised his eyes to her, the only expressive part he allowed with the rest of his features covered in that thin cloth.
“Because he calls you that.”
“My father?”
“Yes, that asshole.” His hand stilled on her skin, ceasing the endless circles he’d been making.
“Why do you hate him, us, so much?”
A low chuckle left his lips and he lifted his touch from her completely, giving her his back as he turned away. “You have no idea.”
“What? Tell me what I don’t know.” She rattled the chains at her hands and feet. “It’s not like I can do anything, so why not just tell me what the hell we’ve done to deserve this before you decide to torture me again?”
“Oh, Rapunzel, Rapunzel…” For a moment she couldn’t tell if he was quoting the witch or the prince, and when he twisted to look at her again the hunger in his eyes seemed to be a mix of both. “You don’t want to know what I know.”
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Curious? I hope you are! This scene will continue on #WIP Wednesday so don’t miss it! What all is going to happen to Rapunzel? Welllll, you’ll just have to wait to find out, won’t you, lovelies? In the mean time, don’t miss any other snippets the other authors are peeping on Facebook, and check out these other authors below!
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Thankful Thursday
It’s #ThankfulThursday and it’s also Thanksgiving here in the USA, so I’m hoping all of my American friends are spending time with friends and family and eating delicious food and enjoying themselves today. I have to work the day job tomorrow (because my company doesn’t believe in any sort of “extra” holidays) but I’m hoping most of YOU will get to start your weekends early this week. One of the traditions for Thanksgiving is to, well, give thanks, and so I’d just like to say how grateful I am for all of you that make being a writer a possibility for me, I’m thankful that I passed my SPHR certification and finally have my evenings back for writing, and I’m grateful for everyone who makes me smile throughout the year. You’re all pretty fucking awesome. What are you thankful for, lovelies, and how are you celebrating? I don’t know about you, but I’m also thankful this guy doesn’t believe in clothes.
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Rapunzel gets caught on #WIP Wednesday!
I’m part of a wicked set of twisted fairytales that will come out in January 2017 with a group of delightfully devious authors. We’re all doing our own twists on fairy tales and I chose Rapunzel. It’s a modern take, full of capture fantasy naughtiness, and Rebecca ‘Rapunzel’ Sinclair is famous for her long blonde hair, but she wants to be known for more – wants to be more. In fact, she wants to follow in the footsteps of her wealthy CEO of a father, but he’s made some enemies and one man in particular has come seeking vengeance. In this scene he has her trapped in a pitch black room, and she tried to run, but he caught her.
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In a moment she was pinned between his hard body and the wall, and she screamed again, desperate to break away, but he ignored her struggles. “Do you like running from me, princess?” He nudged her hair out of the way as his lips ran down her neck. “Do you like it when I catch you? Is that why you shouted at me earlier?”
“No,” she whined and tried to break his grip, but he tightened his hold until the fine bones of her wrists creaked and he pulled them high above her head.
“Oh, I think you do like it.” He adjusted until both her hands were captured in one of his, and the chain dropped loudly to the floor beside her. His touch was like a live wire over her skin, making her muscles jump as he traced a path down her neck, over the swell of her breast, and down her waist. “Does it make you wet knowing I can do anything I want with you right now?”
“NO!” She shouted at him, but he growled and forced a knee between her thighs, spreading her until he could press her legs wide.
“Really, princess? Let’s see.” He swiped at her pussy, dragging damning moisture towards her clit just before he shoved two fingers inside her roughly. Struggling, she screamed through clenched teeth because she was wet. She knew it before he even started to laugh, his breath brushing over her cheek. “Desperate little whore, I know you better than you know yourself.”
You are a whore.
You should be terrified, not turned on.
There’s something broken in you, damaged, fucked up. Her own mind turned against her, a vicious little voice that was worse than the steady, sharp thrusts of his fingers.
Her pussy ached when he finally slid his fingers from her and then caught her chin, tracing her juices blindly over her lips. “Open up.”
With a violent twist Rebecca tried to break free, but his hips pinned her back to the wall as he dug his nails into the skin of her wrist. The hard press of his cock behind his pants was impossible to ignore and she whined, hating him, hating her body for betraying her like this.
He slapped her, the sting making her gasp before she clamped her jaw shut as he grabbed her chin again. “I said open up, slut. I want you to taste just how wet you are.”
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Unf. He’s just delightfully evil. I promised you a twisted fairy tale, didn’t I? ^_^ Well, if you’re curious what happens next, I accidentally used these scenes out of order and the next piece went live last Saturday (over here). Until the next snippet, check out these other authors below!
Teaser Tuesday! ‘Alpha’s Promise’ by Renee Rose!
I’m so excited to share one of Renee Rose’s books for #TeaserTuesday, not only is she a badass author and a livin’ the lifestyle and damn proud of it fellow BDSM community member, but she’s a genuinely good person who gives back to her readers and her author friends by giving outlets for discussion of kink and always being sex-positive. She’s fucking fantastic, and this book is going to be amazing. It’s the 2nd book in the series, but meant to live as a stand alone!
Oh, and PS? Just in case you’re salivating for alpha wolves, The Alpha’s Hunger, Book 1 in the Alpha Dom series in on sale for just $0.99 Nov. 21 – 28! RIGHT NOW!
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Alpha’s Promise (Book 2 in the Alpha’s Heat series)
A DOMINANT ALPHA. A TEMPTING HUMAN. AN IMPOSSIBLE ATTRACTION.
After one loser boyfriend too many, Melissa Bell swore she was done with bad boys, but when her ex puts her life in danger it is a buff, tattooed, dirty-talking alpha shifter who shows up to save her. More disturbing still, her rescuer makes it clear that he regards Melissa’s safety as his personal responsibly, and defying his instructions soon earns her an embarrassing spanking. Though she should be furious, her body’s reaction to the tough, handsome wolf’s stern dominance demands more.
It doesn’t take long for Cody to wish he’d never made an alpha’s promise to protect Melissa, yet for some reason he can barely control himself around her. His inner wolf craves the beautiful human in spite of her snobbish attitude and constant sass, and when she is writhing over his knee, it is all he can do not to mark her and mate her right then and there.
Each moment he spends with the alluring, feisty girl only increases his hunger for her, but Cody promised himself long ago that he would never take a human as his mate. Will his pride push Melissa away forever, just when he realizes he can’t live without her?
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Teaser
“If you try to leave here, I’ll spank you until this perfect ass is red and your sweet little pussy is dripping wet.”
Pink stained her cheeks. Her exhale sounded shaky. She didn’t look at him, but remained in the position he’d put her, staring at the wall. The heady scent of her arousal told him he’d already achieved the second goal. And damn, he’d never wanted a human this badly before.
“Let me know when you want me to take care of that ache between your legs,” he murmured, then stepped back. “I’d be happy to bury my cock between those thighs and fuck some warmth into you.”
His taunt worked, because she drew herself up, yanking her hands away from the wall and spinning on him, cheeks flushed red. “Go to hell,” she huffed and marched right for the front door.
“Don’t do it,” he warned.
She took a final look over her shoulder at him and threw the door wide, taking off running the minute she stepped outside.
His inner wolf took over. Before he could rein himself in, he charged after her, vision domed, the thrill of the hunt upon him. No, the thrill of mating. In a flash, he was upon her, the animal in him roaring to…
Could it be?
Mark.
His inner wolf wanted to mate with her–permanently.
Somehow, he stayed in human form. He caught her. With one arm wrapped around her waist, his free hand ripped her skirt up out of the way and went straight to her core. Without any permission from his brain, his fingers rubbed her clit over her lacy panties while he carried her, kicking and struggling back into the house.
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There is so much dirty, sexy fun in this book – and SHIFTERS – so if you’re not already hungry like a wolf to 1-click I don’t know what my fangirling about Renee is going to do for you. I’m telling you though, don’t miss the chance to snag this book!
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Music Monday – Sleep on the Floor
Today’s #MusicMonday came from a good real-world friend of mine who knows that I post favorite songs of mine every Monday. We share similar tastes in music and she sent me the brand new music video for The Lumineers’ Sleep on the Floor and when I heard how much she loved it I knew I needed to see it. This is one of those times where the video almost outshines the song, but honestly – how can you not love The Lumineers? They basically write novels with their songs, except a hell of a lot more concise than I ever could. It’s an almost 5 minute video, but the story it tells is worth it and it holds such a powerful message.
Are you missing your chance to live your life, lovelies?
Favorite Lyrics
Forget what Father Brennan said,
we were not born in sin.
Leave a note on your bed.
Let your mother know you’re safe,
and by the time she wakes
we’ll have driven through the state,
we’ll have driven through the night, baby come on.
If the sun don’t shine on me today,
and if the subways flood and bridges break,
will you lay yourself down and dig your grave,
or will you rail against your dying day?
…
Decide on me, yea decide on us.
Oh, oh, oh, Illinois, Illinois…
Pack yourself a toothbrush, dear.
Pack yourself a favorite blouse.
Take a withdrawal slip, take all of your savings out.
Cause if we don’t leave this town,
we might never make it out.
‘Sleep on the Floor’ by The Lumineers
Ask Me Anything: How far is too far in letting your Dom have control?
It’s Ask Me Anything time again! Today, I’m covering a topic that came up in a chat with one of my friends who also “lives the lifestyle”. Curious what the #AskMeAnything is? Check out the official AMA page on my site over here.
Q: How far is too far in letting your Dom have control?
A: Well, first things first, let me give a little framework to this discussion so you know what inspired this Ask Me Anything. I’m not breaking any confidences, but the basic conversation came up because we both have Doms that like to push our limits, and in a similar fashion most of that power-exchange is reserved for in the home/bedroom. Her Dom suggested that she allow him to take over her diet and exercise habits because she’d been struggling to hold herself to it, and she had asked in the past if they’d like to take some of that power-exchange out of the house/bedroom and into more daily life type things (but had not discussed diet or exercise at that time).
Many of you might be having a similar reaction to what I did imagining your Dom checking in on your daily food and exercise regimen. Kind of a queasy stomach, nervousness. Am I right? (Maybe, maybe not, that’s kind of the point of this AMA!)
Either way, that’s what spawned today’s Ask Me Anything, because whenever you get into a real-life BDSM situation, and it actually means YOU are going to be doing these things (i.e. not just a character in a book who we can make think or feel whatever we want them to) there’s a whole new level of adjustment that has to happen. With every new step in a BDSM/power-exchange relationship, there’s an internal evaluation that has to happen.
It’s that moment where you take a deep breath after the subject is brought up, imagine it in your head, and think to yourself: Am I okay with that?
I know I’ve felt that moment in a lot of situations. The first time I tried to deep throat, the first time I tried anal sex, the first time I tried a-bunch-of-different-things-we-dont-need-to-discuss-in-this-post. And while it feels wonderful and freeing to give up control to your Dom a lot of the time, there are others that it can do the opposite.
So, how much control do you give up?
The short answer? Exactly as much as you are comfortable with.
The long answer? Well, I think the magical and wonderful thing about BDSM relationships is that it’s all about communication and consent. Both of you may have things you would like to do, or are interested in doing, that your partner just isn’t. (Read about limits lists over here) When it comes to power-exchange those lines get drawn, and redrawn, and redrawn again throughout your relationship, and the level of control you give to your Dom over your relationship changes with it. I still remember when I first started seeing my current Dom, I quailed at the idea of making his coffee, and handing it to him across the table, when we were eating in public. It felt like I was putting on a giant neon electric sign that said “HEY! EVERYONE! LOOK AT THE WEIRD FREAKS DOING KINKY SHIT AT TABLE FIVE!”.
The good news? Nobody ever fucking noticed, and if they did, they had no idea what they were really seeing.
The better news? He understood. At first it started with me making his coffee with a crimson blush, unable to even lift my head for fear of the rabble staring, and then carefully and oh-so-casually inching his coffee back across the table towards him. The Dom never commented, never corrected, he always just said, “Good girl” because I was giving up as much control as I could in that moment. I got a ‘good girl’ when I did it that way, and I get a ‘good girl’ now as I take his coffee directly from the waitress, start making it for him while she’s still right there, and then offer it to him above the table with one hand under it, and one hand on the cup to hold it handle first to him.
What we can handle changes… but sometimes it doesn’t.
As submissives (and Doms for that matter) we have to trust our instincts on what we can handle. The coffee thing was awkward, but not horrible. It was the normal anxiousness of trying something new in BDSM. The longer you play in the community, the better you get at judging when that feeling is just nerves, and when it’s “oh fuck no, never, nuh-uh, no way”.
Personally? I’d never give up control over my food or exercise to my Dom. I have too much going on in my life (like camping at the Ren Faire this past weekend, studying for this SPHR certification, deadlines for books, and general family chaos) to guarantee someone that I’ll never make a mistake.
Now, could this help someone else? Someone who absolutely has the time and capability to do it, and they just aren’t? Maybe. If they are into a discipline oriented relationship, or looking for a disciplinarian to help them. But the main thing to remember is that there is NO answer to this question that works for everyone. Everyone has to draw their own lines, and judge if they want to redraw them at a later date.
Wait, how does the redrawing happen?
Oh, come on, you already know the answer to this question. It’s like the second tagline for BDSM below ‘Safe, Sane, Consensual’ … Communicate! Nothing is going to happen in the first place if you don’t talk about it, and nothing changes, nothing new is tried or adjusted, unless you talk about it. Will my friend ultimately decide to let him control her diet/exercise? I don’t know, but I do know that the crucial thing we focused on in our discussion was that she is the only one who knows if it will work for her and her Dom.
And that’s what I want you to remember too, lovelies. Whether you’re the submissive or the Dom, you get to decide on what you want to give up control on or take control of – and you are the only one who knows that list.
PS – I loved this topic, but I am hungry for more! If you have any questions, or ideas, or general things you want me to chat about on Sundays, please submit an Ask Me Anything feedback at the top of the website. I’ll do my best to be interesting!
A brand new torture for Rapunzel on #SatSpanks!
I’m part of a wicked set of twisted fairytales that will come out in January 2017 with a group of delightfully devious authors. We’re all doing our own twists on fairy tales and I chose Rapunzel. It’s a modern take, full of capture fantasy naughtiness, and Rebecca ‘Rapunzel’ Sinclair is famous for her long blonde hair, but she wants to be known for more – wants to be more. In fact, she wants to follow in the footsteps of her wealthy CEO of a father, but he’s made some enemies and one man in particular has come seeking vengeance. In this scene he has her trapped in a pitch black room, and she tried to run, but he caught her.
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“You’re going to obey me, princess, but if you bite me? I’ll do things to your body you can’t even imagine.”
A shudder passed through her at his words, wishing once again that she were braver. Brave enough to bite down, to spit in his face even though she couldn’t see it.
There was no mercy in him as he pushed his fingers between her lips slowly, testing her, and she whined as he forced them to the back of her tongue, making her gag. “Suck.”
She tried to plead around the invasion, unintelligible sounds, but he didn’t care. He was going to do what he wanted – and if she obeyed maybe he wouldn’t hurt her. Sealing her lips around his fingers she traced them with her tongue, tasting herself and sucking softly.
“You’re going to have to do better than that with my cock in your throat, might as well practice now.” He thrust his fingers deeper, gagging her again, and she tried to pull at his hold on her wrists without success. “Tsk, tsk. Don’t fight me. Just accept it.”
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He’s so twisted, I just love it. What all is going to happen to Rapunzel? Welllll, you’ll just have to wait to find out, won’t you, lovelies? In the mean time, don’t miss any other snippets the other authors are peeping on Facebook, and check out these other authors below!
Thankful Thursday
Oh, lovelies. It’s #ThankfulThursday and my head feels like it’s about to spin off. I’m in an all-day review/cram session for my SPHR certification test tomorrow, and I’m so nervous! I’ve been in class for 13 weeks, studying and attending the class every Friday, and I am both anxious to get the damn thing over with, and also nervous about the results. I’m a ball of nerves at the moment and not even the Dom can get my brain to calm the fuck down right now (he tried last night, and it was nice, but the second the belt got put away I felt like a crazy person again). I could really use your well-wishes and positive thoughts for when I take the test tomorrow! So, please enjoy this sexy sexy guy, and think of me tomorrow as I try to pass this thing! <3
Teaser Tuesday! ‘Collared’ by Rayanna Jamison!
This #TeaserTuesday is one of those books that caught my eye when I first saw the cover and kept me looking until it went live. It’s still taunting me from my kindle at the moment because I’ve been in deadline hell, but that doesn’t mean YOU should deny yourself this kinky, sexy story from the ever-wonderful Rayanna Jamison! Enjoy, lovelies!
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Collared
Diamond Barrett has spent the last four years hiding in plain sight, working as a showgirl in Las Vegas, trying to forget the painful memories of her mother’s untimely death. When the details of the gruesome accident finally surface on the morning of her 25th birthday, Diamond’s pain leads her to a series of bad choices that result in the loss of her job.
Now what?
Paxton Donovan’s very presence exudes dominance and captures the attention of everyone around him. He has spent years creating his brand as a business owner and professional dominant. There is no time for anything that interferes with the order with which he runs his business and life. Structure, order, rules, discipline. Business without pleasure. No distractions.
But nothing could have prepared Pax for Diamond as their two worlds collide and both of their perfectly ordered and quiet lives combust. Will their undeniable attraction and intense passion be worth the risk of pain and heartache as they shatter their safe lives?
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Teaser
“You need to remember your place,” he scolded, punctuating each word with a hard swat to her denim clad cheeks. “And, I am going to help you with that.”
With that settled, he let go of her arm. “Stay in position.” Reaching around her, with both hands, he found the button of her shorts, and released it, deftly sliding the shorts down to her ankles, and her panties with them.
She whimpered, softly, a guttural groan in the back of her throat. She knew that whatever came next would not be good, but she stayed in position.
“Put your feet apart, and grab your ankles.”
Pax stood back, watching as she followed his instructions, bringing her bits into full view. She had been waxed last week, and the results were something he would never tire of seeing.
She peered at him, glaring up from the space between her legs. Her expression seemed to challenge him. “What now?” she seemed to be saying.
“Patience, my little sub,” he purred, moving closer to her, so that she was back within arm’s reach, watching her face soften at his expression. Calling a sub, “sub” always seemed to hit that button, and he enjoyed watching them melt right before he claimed them.
He slapped her ass, watching with satisfaction as the skin bounced and reddened under the impact of his hand.
“Who’s in charge here, little sub?” he growled, nearly panting through his controlled arousal. He would play with her, and teach her a lesson, but there would be no sexual release for either of them. They were at her father’s house for God’s sake.
“You are, Sir” she squealed, as he pressed against her tightly puckered opening. Her face was flushed and she was biting her lip, as she tried to give up control, fighting her instinct to move away from his prodding fingers. He smiled to himself, recognizing the signs. She had never been touched here before.
“My little sub seems to be an anal virgin,” he teased, growing hard himself as he pushed his index finger past her tight virgin barrier.
“Yes, sir!” she squeaked out. “And I was hoping to keep it that way!”
Shaking his head, he chuckled deeply at her hesitancy. “That’s not going to happen, pet. There is no quicker way to remind a naughty sub of her place than by claiming her naughty bottom hole.”
He pumped his finger in and out slowly, watching as she struggled to hold position against this new violation. She was uncomfortable, sure, and sorry for her misstep, which was kind of the point, but her glistening pussy told the story the rest of her would never tell. She was horny as fuck. She didn’t want to be turned on with a finger in her ass—they never did, but she was.
“Naughty subs get their bottoms punished often, pet. Anal punishments are a powerful tool in my arsenal, as you will soon learn. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle, and will train your naughty little hole to take more and more each time, and someday, you will take my cock here, and you will scream as I fuck your naughty little ass. It will happen, my pet. There’s no avoiding it. That day will come.”
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Uhhhh, so if you’re not turned on yet, you’ve got to be confused. I just melted all over the couch reading through the snippet she sent over, and it encourages me even more to get through my writing commitments so I can get back to my epic and growing to-be-read list. Luckily, you can dive in right now and find out what happens to Diamond and her new devious Dom. Go ahead and 1-click now!
Only $2.99 or FREE on Kindle Unlimited: Amazon – buy now!
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Writing has been a passion of mine since I was 9 years old, and I always dreamed of becoming an author, but life happens and sometimes that first step seems like a giant leap. I credit a life changing move from the Oregon to Utah in the fall of 2013 as the catalyst that began my writing career.
I now reside in Southern Utah with my husband, my two children, two dogs, my mother, my 90 year old grandfather and a lizard named Leo.
I write what I love to read, which is fun romantic stories about submission in its many forms, and often joke that my stories get slightly dirtier with each one I write. When I am not writing, I enjoy my passions, which include cooking, drinking good coffee and good wine, shopping for crazy knee socks, celebrating with sushi for every occasion, and most of all spending time with my friends and family.
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