There's blushing brides, wines that blush, the blush of a rose, and then the blush that you buy at the drugstore or your favorite cosmetic counter. The latter is what led my Aunt Carol to submit a story about a blush of embarrassment to Neutrogena.
Give it a read and a vote. My impression is that the higher the story is rated, the better chance she has at winning a Girl's Day Out at a Spa. It's a fun distraction either way.
Cutting to the Scene with the Pixie
Ten years ago, I decided to do one of the most drastic things I had ever done to my hair. I went from a long style (below collarbone) to a p...
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Which one is it? I can't find one from a Carol.
It's the one about her habit of playing with paper clips in meetings.
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