💌 Confession #17: Midnight, Margaritas, and the Death of an Heirloom Rug

Aug 21, 2025 | Con-Woman Chronicles | 0 comments

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It started with salt around the doorway and ended with me in a silk robe, holding a garden hose inside the living room. Somewhere in between, I may have offered psychic readings to the fire department.

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