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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 2:54:29 GMT
I sometimes pretend I am one of them.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 2:54:46 GMT
I buy them Slurpees.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 2:55:30 GMT
I sing them power ballads.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 2:55:45 GMT
I hide knives in cakes for them.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 2:57:47 GMT
I spin candy floss for them.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 2:57:58 GMT
I drink their milk and they drink mine.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 2:58:08 GMT
I serve them crumpets.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 2:58:27 GMT
I turn up the volume when they cannot hear.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 2:58:40 GMT
I tell them not to worry about their size.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 2:58:54 GMT
I fly a flag in their pasture.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 2:59:11 GMT
I taught them the harmonica.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 3:01:14 GMT
I make them learn all of the presidents.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 3:03:39 GMT
I smell burnt toast with them.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 3:04:04 GMT
I throw peaches for them to catch.
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Post by Dolly Neely on Mar 5, 2015 3:06:12 GMT
I go golfing in Augusta with them.
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