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Thursday, October 8, 2009

Is Where Phoenicia Nearly Gets Turned Into A Newt

Ach, Tabetha, I'm rilly soory aboot yon wee beastie. Ah dinna know the rascal would follow me into yuir lovely home. Ah .... that strappin' lad of yuirs wouldnae happen ta be a skinner, would he?

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