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♡ do you fess this?
Monday, September 1, 2008, 8:01 AM
Furr like well, I do fess about this. Its just the main truth that I suxc at marketing, especially when you come in handy with shopped for omnivores. Eww, I guess for this. I am much sustained to gaoe into blood excessing and yet Mum luggage me into this whole shop-for-meat-honey-!.
Yea, haha! Its written, not verbal order. `To my dearest honey, Fina. Would you please go to the market downstairs for meat for 1/2kilos right after you're out of bed? Signed, Mom.`
Do you see the whole dramascene now? Its right calligraphical. No imps octs doubts. I was ordered.
Bet out cause I am going marketing later. If you believe. Shall end the terminatory here.