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| I leaned back in the mud, just letting all the
stress poor right out. For those who have never tried
it, it's like a massage and a hot bath mixed. The mud
even clings when you get out, giggle. I love that tickling feeling that
I get as the mud goes between my toes. |
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| Well, mud sticks really well in my hair. My hair
is pretty thick and it takes a lot to wash any kind of gook out of it. As I relaxed, I had my hair up in a bun, which was
when Julia pulled the bun out
and she let my hair go into the mud, just a bit, but
still. |
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| So I took a
little
mud on my fingers and smeared
it across her glasses, which she
still had on. I wanted to see her take the off and make
her little squinty face. |
| Thank god
we were the only ones in there because
we started splashing mud at each other, giggle. Lord only knows what they thought
of us when they walked in and saw mud all over our faces. |
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