Sometimes I get a little sassy, and need some clover clamps to...
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Sometimes I get a little sassy, and need some clover clamps to remind me that what I want doesn’t matter. :)
Since I have such a hard time tolerating them, they instantly change my priorities and make me useful to Sir again - which is all that matters. :) Plus, he enjoys the sad sounds I make while begging to have them removed.