It's fine, but don't ask me to strip again or I'm going to wonder what your intentions really are.
Playdate. (n) A Date arranged by adults in which young children are brought together, usually at the home of one of them, for the premeditated purpose of __laying_. A feature of contemporary American upscale suburban life in which __eighborhoods_ have ceased to exist, and children no longer trail in and out of __eighbor childrens_ houses or play in __ackyards_. In the absence of sidewalks in newer __ated_ coummunities, children cannot __alk_ to playdates but must be driven by adults, usually mothers. A __laydate_ is never initiated by the players (i.e., children), but only by their mothers.In American-suburban social climbing through playdating, this is the chapter you__e been awaiting.
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Playdate. (n) A Date arranged by adults in which young children are brought together, usually at the home of one of them, for the premeditated purpose of __laying_. A feature of contemporary American upscale suburban life in which __eighborhoods_ have ceased to exist, and children no longer trail in and out of __eighbor childrens_ houses or play in __ackyards_. In the absence of sidewalks in newer __ated_ coummunities, children cannot __alk_ to playdates but must be driven by adults, usually mothers. A __laydate_ is never initiated by the players (i.e., children), but only by their mothers.In American-suburban social climbing through playdating, this is the chapter you__e been awaiting.
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