She told about the dog who moved to NYC for a month. Never to find any grass, he came home to embrace his neighbor's lawn for a proper repository.
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To Kim Mosley ’s “Meteor” on the Eve of the Election Ooh, coming right at us the slam! It hurls us upside down and sideways splas... -
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