Timmy and his younger sister Elaine Please imagine what Elaine says. We must move from this sticky sweetness I must wipe my hand on your old dress. No more sticky toffee left to share. But there is a lump still in your hair. Keep still I will suck it off for you It is the least that I can do. Be... Sign in to see full entry.
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