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If You Can't Stand the Heat The beach is our thing. Most of our dates have been walks on the beach or just spending time lying down on towels, lazing around. I learnt one thing about you early on: your skin doesn’t tan, it doesn’t freckle, what it does is burn. And you seem to wilfully forget protection. I never imagined me to be anything like a Bridezilla. But when my husband-to-be, who knows that his skin’s sensitive, stay out too long in the sun the day before our wedding… you’re red as a lobster! I glare and mutter darkly, “You’re lucky I love lobsters, Jonas.” |
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