party house

When I was in second year University, I lived in a party house.

There were 7 of us- 5 girls, two boys. And a very neglected puppy for a short period of time.

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you wud wuv my dad

 

 

More than  anything I love a little one with the combination of both a speech impediment and a confidence in spite of it.

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don’t tell me the party is over

Some of you find it creepy, others quaint and a few are just plain sick of hearing about my balloons.

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