Mom had to make some cookies last night and was feeling a little guilty that she hadn't spent much time with me lately. So Dad smuggled me past Banjo and into the cabin. She had to get up every 11 minutes to take the next pan of cookies out of the oven....but I didn't mind, she left the quilt behind.
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Sweet!
Sounds like you're in... ;)
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