To bear it all. Can this truly be the great experience? Or have I been sold a pup? It feels like cotton reels are unwinding and I am being stitched up. I was pitched on to the conveyor belt and stuffed with sterilised stuff. With all the suspense my bear-grunt was nearly blocked by a bit of fluff. I... Sign in to see full entry.
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