All he wants for Christmas is his two front teeth.
Or bottom.
Whatever-we're not picky.
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- A big city girl-who moved to an even bigger city-then moved to a tiny city to be swept off her feet.
2 comments:
oh girl...I hope Santa brings him 4 teeth and a few bottles of REd to help you deal with the process!
can you die of a cute attack?
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