Blondie
By mstrmrd It was a few years before and peaceful summer day and all was quiet at the Bumstead residence. Dagwood was out of town on a weekend business trip and Trudy was at a friend’s house for the weekend as well. That left just Blondie and her eighteen-year-old son, Alexander in the house. Blondie awoke early, seven being her usual time. She stretched slowly, working out the kinks of last night’s sleep from her body. After a good long
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