I have a crush on Spot. I just figured it out and now Race’s teasing me nonstop. I swear I will punch him! I probably won't. Friends are family. I have to get back to work. July 22, 1899, 8:13 a.m
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Kloppman's Favorite
FanfictionDavid doesn't allow me coffee, Kloppmann gives me coffee. Jack hides my hair ribbons, Kloppmann finds them. Race calls me Kloppmann's favorite, Kloppmann calls me princess. Am I his favorite? I don't know.
