Pooka sits on my chest as if she were a mother hen. I think she thinks, My girl is warm. … More
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Pooka sits on my chest as if she were a mother hen. I think she thinks, My girl is warm. … More
Her phone rings rings rings – riiiing. Hello Hi, you little thing She drops the phone. Cries out. Little thing, … More
