Tonight is the night you know, a night I will never tell.
We all know that time, that guilty pleasure we have.
Netflix is mine.
As I disrobe putting on my pajamas right now.
I think about that night on Netflix watching that show.
So many shows, so little time.
My addiction is strong you could say.
But this is my night of relaxing.
Netflix, chill, and a snack I will never tell.
Do you know what netflix and chill really is.
When my husband comes home, we snuggle tight in bed.
Do our chilling amazing deed, and watch our show.
Daredevil is our guilty pleasure, along with each other.
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Louise Blake-Michael (Risen Phoenix)
LouLou maintains a boundary between her professional endeavors and personal life. She wears many hats as an author, blogger, and content creator. In various projects, each one a testament to her dedication and passion for storytelling.
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Message Me Afterwards
>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
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