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my papa
by ashley wreath.........................................
| i love my papa we would make pudding every week i would come down every day till i hade to go up stares then there was a amboulins at our house i ran down stares and they closed the bag i locked my self in the bathroom for 3 hours i was tired ,thirsty and hungry i finly came out still crying |
Comments would be appreciated by the author, ashley wreath
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