Cookie King Writes
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Last published Wed, Oct 21, 2020
Hello, dear.
Come in, won't you? Leave your shoes at the door and here, let me take your bags. The room's all ready for you. Extra towels and all. It's still early, come let's have some tea. Do you still like it the same? Great.
Yes please. Tell me everything you've been doing. Pictures too! If you don't mind and I'll tell you mine. :)
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