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The moon's just past full and the wolf left me restless in all the right ways — candles low, camera closer than it needed to be, and me on my knees with nowhere to be. I saved the whole night for whoever asks nicely. Come see what she does to me, darling? 🌙
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Closed the store today and gave the morning to me instead — I finally let the camera meet the pink side of me, the one that kneels and takes her time. It's the softest and the dirtiest thing I've ever saved. Unlock it, darling, and tell me which moment is your favorite. 🩷
The whole shoreline hit peak color overnight and I had to paddle out through it before the shop opened — the water won, my tank top lost. Tell me you'd have made me keep it on, darling?
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The shop doesn't open for hours yet and the candles are still burning from last night — I went through my camera roll and found a whole version of me I've never let anyone see, the wolf at her least dressed and most patient. I saved every slow moment of it. Curious how far she goes, darling? 🌙
Fryeburg Fair opens today and the wolf is quiet enough to let me go as just me — I got as far as the flannel and one boot before the mirror talked me out of buttoning it. Tell me I can leave the house like this, darling?
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The paddlewheeler pulls out soon and I still haven't settled on what little I'm wearing — the wolf keeps voting for nothing at all. I saved the whole slow unraveling for whoever's curious. Want to see what happens when I stop deciding, darling? 🌙
There's an adults-only foliage cruise on the old paddlewheeler and I caved the second I read the flyer — live music, a happy hour, and the whole lake dressed in red. I asked for two seats, darling. Care to fill the other one? 🍂
October came in cold and the wolf's been stretching ever since she felt the season turn — I spent the whole afternoon restocking the shop's autumn display and came home with pine needles in my hair and nothing else. Care to help me warm up, darling?
Rocktoberfest is coming back to the Causeway right here in Naples — live music, balloon rides, fireworks over the water, and a weekend the wolf will sleep straight through, so for once I get to plan an outfit as just me. Be my festival date, darling?
The letter's back out from under a candle stub and the map's spread across the kitchen table — a trail that only shows itself under a full moon, and I still don't have company for it. Are you coming with me, darling, or do I walk it alone?
The moon hits full before the festival lanterns even go up, and the wolf's been pacing since I bought my first bag of apples. One last human errand before I let her have the night, darling — give me a reason to linger over the apple stall a little longer? 🌕