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While I'm a well-to-do lady, what you don't know about me is that I wear crotchless underthings and wipe myself with corncobs
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# ¿ Aug 30, 2020 08:24 |
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# ¿ May 17, 2024 21:44 |
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I'm looking pale as hell, I see the gentleman callers looking Too bad I've got a diarrhea and a headache from my heavily leaded face powder
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# ¿ Aug 30, 2020 22:31 |
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Using consumption as an excuse not to visit with the kind of weird looking gentleman caller from down the road whose parents are cousins
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# ¿ Aug 30, 2020 22:50 |
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Using a lock of hair from bae's head to make fetching jewelry, and also signal to the local gentlemen that I'm back on the market, boys
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# ¿ Aug 31, 2020 03:23 |
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Filling up my dance card with facetious names in order to own the Duke of Norwellbottom who I just know wants a turn
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# ¿ Aug 31, 2020 08:55 |
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Sniggering to myself as I write a letter to my great aunt calling my neighbour Elisabeth a "corny-faced blowsabella"
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# ¿ Aug 31, 2020 11:29 |
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Participating in my very normal hobby of anthropomorphic taxidermy, arranging my stuffed and mounted hares into a delightful diorama of a summer soiree. No you can't play with them Adelia they're mine
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# ¿ Aug 31, 2020 14:41 |
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Getting myself diagnosed with hysteria just so I can spend time with the handsome Dr Gilbert and his personalised treatment regime
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# ¿ Sep 1, 2020 08:51 |
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Telling the visiting physician I have the symptoms of consumption so he will prescribe me class a narcotics, and also so I can get out of my harpsichord lessons
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# ¿ Sep 2, 2020 14:31 |
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# ¿ May 17, 2024 21:44 |
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Feeling full of malaise when you come to realise your newly betrothed is a cumberworld flapdoodle, and you've no choice but to cavort with the scullery maid for any kind of satisfaction
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# ¿ Sep 4, 2020 14:38 |