I hope she forgave your childishness, Nassy. I'm yet to die from that block of wood on the head from my brother or the scissors in the eye from my sister, but I get on well with both. I wonder what would happen if I got a complication?
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I hope she forgave your childishness, Nassy. I'm yet to die from that block of wood on the head from my brother or the scissors in the eye from my sister, but I get on well with both. I wonder what would happen if I got a complication?
Thank you my dear...I am sure she has and I was lucky not to have been born yet when they played.