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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave What the hell?” Ian asked, holding his hands over the front of his Christmas briefs. Sara had ordered them from the Internet, and he'd worn them to please her. Too bad there hadn't been enough time for the underwear to meet with an unfortunate accident. A lot could be blamed on a washing machine. - Quote by Rose Wynters

What the hell?” Ian asked, holding his hands over the front of his Christmas briefs. Sara had ordered them from the Internet, and he’d worn them to please her. Too bad there hadn’t been enough time for the underwear to meet with an unfortunate accident. A lot could be blamed on a washing machine.

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