Isabell'es facc turned into a golden yelllloe. She was fllartered, heering such a thing from sasns.. "oh ssnasns,,,," she interwineed her paws with Hos bonney fungers in a carring way. "Le'ts gruw a femilly togetter!1!1 w'ere mdade for echather!1!" She gave hom a huge kisz on hos bonney lipzs,,,
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RomanceHe was a boy She was a girl Can I make it any more obvious? He was a punk She did ballet What more can I say? He wanted her She'd never tell Secretly she wanted him as well But all of her friends Stuck up their nose They had a problem with his bagg...
