I once luxuriated on a blanket of fragrant rose petals you scattered around our bedroom. Disillusioned, my hands protected by sterile latex, I now use metal tongs to gather skid-marked tighty-whiteys.
The Trifecta challenge this week is: exactly 33 words about love gone wrong. Excluding: love, sad, tears, wept, heart, pain
This certainly gave me a good laugh!
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