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GrandBaby


Tsuk! Tsuk! Tsuk! I was sure the baby suck but to come and behold! the Dodie nursed in its nose the 'Tsuk' made from it's pouted lips got it out it's nose, stuck it in its mouth got it out it's mouth, shove it up it's nostrils it's eyes glaring cop out, I back out. baby got off the couch, did it's knot on its beards got his box and 'Tsuk' to work on his wheel legs.
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