Sometimes we are confused for being polygamists because we are Mormons and I didn't see why. Now I do. It appears I have two sister wives. Robyn and Brooke came up stairs on Thanksgiving Eve and were ready to help prepare dinner. They didn't say much but were sweet spirited and dressed in floor length dresses (of course) and there long hair was done up appropriately. Sisterly love goes a long way, especially when you share a husband.
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