I stuck my pocket knife in the side wall of Bertha Big Butt’s car tire in the parking garage. I can still hear the music of the hiss and the click click click of my heels as I walked away.
I stuck my pocket knife in the side wall of Bertha Big Butt’s car tire in the parking garage. I can still hear the music of the hiss and the click click click of my heels as I walked away.
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