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She nattered while buttering her toast, as happy as a lark. Mornings did that to her. Just like the way dawn crept with a tint of orange and bronze, joy suffused her cheeks, the colour of marmalade and hope.Maintain the sanctity of your marriage reverently
She nattered while buttering her toast, as happy as a lark. Mornings did that to her. Just like the way dawn crept with a tint of orange and bronze, joy suffused her cheeks, the colour of marmalade and hope. Read more











