The Taken One But Two
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Last published Fri, Feb 19, 2016
Little Jezebel taken at 3 years.
"Hello is anyone out there" said Jezbel. With a loud bang near where she was. never seen a man that tall and big with a weird thing I his hand and yelling strange words. Thinking tough my brain who is he and what is he waning from me.
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