C.C.: The hired hand.

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Sunday, August 28, 2011

The hired hand.

Farming principles. One of Wolfy’s rehashed The hired hand. Ms Wolfy Dunn I feel my nose run as we trample around in blue mould. You say this damp corn should have been kept warm. Ms Wolfy Dunn I feel cold. Yes please come a bit closer you burn like a toaster I feel like frozen sandwich Excuse me... Sign in to see full entry.

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