Cassandra is a very Southern Lady. She could just as much kiss you on the lips or shoot you in the head. Gentleman's choice. As her father and contractor and the owners looked around, she saw me toying around in the pre studio. "That is a press" I replied yes, but I cannot move it in to the proper studio until is done and cleaned. She folded her skinny arms and pronounced that we would finish putting it together. I mentioned that Paisley may come by when I am ready. "I know her and her grandmother, we will bring paint" Now we all know what that brings so I will be quite careful
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