Bee-yoo-tee-ful.The only thing that could have made my afternoon roaming the most incredible English garden more beautiful would have been to have Mr. Darcy himself there holding my hand and leading me through the forests. He wasn't there, nor was anything remotely close (unless your only Darcy qualification is a Y chromosome) but I did have delightful company and a most beautiful walk through lush greens and damp rocks.
Where the infamous P&P DTR takes place.
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I think there is something in this post that belongs to me. Line stealer.
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