Monday, April 5, 2010
The Prettiest For The Strongest Comments
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When I was a little boy, say when I was six, my dad calls to me and he says:
Come, boy – let’s sit in our courtyard; let’s sit below the stars and I’ll tell you a story. It’s been told long in our village, and passed on from wise fathers to growing sons.
Long ago, goes the story
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3/1/2026 7:25:48 AM # 1.0.0
Hyena Meena and Mamma...interesting...it appears as if the poor man has aldredy been kiked a hundred times by Mamma prior to this occasion...10