No proposals for my three acres
Now when I say ‘sleep’ with him, I hope you understand, it wasn’t that Redford was asking her to join him in the bed for a big night of snoring. He wasn’t after putting down a hard day in the bog, fit for nothing more than to cock his toes to the sky.
Without wanting to be crude, ‘twas a night of canooding Redford had in mind, with little by way of sleep planned or envisioned.
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