We’ve all been there, coming out of the “facilities” or upon emerging from the tent after dressing for the morning, and don’t we all just wish someone would whisper a discreet warning in our ear, rather than whispering and pointing from afar.
We’ve all been there, coming out of the “facilities” or upon emerging from the tent after dressing for the morning, and don’t we all just wish someone would whisper a discreet warning in our ear, rather than whispering and pointing from afar.
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