Ms Dun. Ms Wolfy Dun you are so young, I ’ m in love with your bright golden curls. I try to keep fit, but I feel like a twit, when I cannot keep up with the girls. I could sit in the car and have a cigar as you run round and exercise. I do need a blow, I ’ m beginning to glow; it is bad for someone... Sign in to see full entry.
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