142. Cathy
I wanted someone to play with. Who didn’t matter. You wouldn’t have visitors while the Flintstones were on. In my desperation, I told you that was something only a goulie-faced-boogarhead would do. Was I the only 9year-old afraid to play alone?
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I love how you set me up with laughter and then give me chills!
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