Call Me Sarah

One round gut, and a love for food 18+

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Same jeans - a year apart 🐽

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🐽 urgh i need new pants

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Friday nights are for eating, chilling and playing

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It was meant to be a clean five-hour drive.

She made it forty minutes.

First stop: “just a coffee.”

Which turned into a breakfast bap and a hash brown, eaten in the car with the engine still warm.

An hour later, she pulled into a drive-thru without even thinking. By the time she was back on the road, the bag on the passenger seat was empty.

By hour three, it was basically routine—petrol station, snack aisle, something sweet, something salty.

“Road trip rules,” she shrugged.

By hour four, she felt it.

Nothing dramatic—just her leggings sitting a little tighter, the waistband pressing in when she shifted. She gave them a small tug and laughed.

“Okay… maybe one too many stops.”

Then she passed a bakery.

Slowed down.

And turned in anyway.

Because honestly?

Worth it.

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After dinner 

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Been a good day 

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Well I exceeded 400 followers … watch this space 😉

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I fancy doing something fun when I reach 400 followers… any ideas 😉

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She’s a woken