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Thursday, January 12, 2006

The abuse - it has to end


Elizabeth at 4:40 PM

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at 5:06 PM Blogger Melanie said...

I am so jealous. I need that life.

 
at 7:03 PM Blogger MilkMaid said...

THIS is what I wanna be when I grow up.

How hard can that be???

 
at 10:09 AM Blogger Blessed & Cursed said...

They look so abused, poor things...hehe!

 
at 10:56 AM Blogger Tammy said...

When I die, I want to come back as an animal at YOUR house.

 

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