Day Sixteen
There was a fire today. I almost died to death. But luckily I calmly sat the mitten down... And beat the filthy thing to death with a whisk!
That flame will think twice before it births on my oven mitts again.
The Green Hair Tickles My Lip.
That flame will think twice before it births on my oven mitts again.
The Green Hair Tickles My Lip.
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