Ground-heat rising baked her feet. The sun beat down, relentlessly. She only rose to fetch an ice-cold drink. Lazy, hazy summer! @130story
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Ground-heat rising baked her feet. The sun beat down, relentlessly. She only rose to fetch an ice-cold drink. Lazy, hazy summer! @130story
Who's got the time for all that squeezing and pulping? Nip to Asda for a jar of Golden Shred. That's what I call lazy marmalade. @130story