Monday blahs...
Dear Nicky,
This morning I got a call from Stones; you seemed tired and groggy. No more goldfish for you. You'd eat them morning, noon, and night if we let you. Better to eat some toast. .
Love,
Dad
This morning I got a call from Stones; you seemed tired and groggy. No more goldfish for you. You'd eat them morning, noon, and night if we let you. Better to eat some toast. .
Love,
Dad
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