Ah, shucks (blush)

It’s the tell-tale flush of red, the shuffle of feet, averted eyes, dropped head. Do you know someone who blushes?

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Sugar and spice. And everything nice.

Sugar & spice & everything nice, etc. Remember the poem? It may sound fluffy by today’s standards, and one could argue that it has an air of gender-bias to it, but I believe the lyrical list of things “girls are made of” had its heart in the right place. Who cares if it …

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