I'm not sure if I could handle the dreams I'd have with three terrifying bucking horses in my bedroom.
Maybe it's just me, but I think of my bedroom as a private place that I share with my husband and no one else. This sure is a lot of beds. Are we running a convalescent home now?
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I admire bold color choices. This requires a great deal of chutzpa if you ask me.
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