I sit at the kitchen table to eat my toast, and a picture on the wall of the sheep Dolly look in about 7 months old – fun and laughter, and relatively tame. I’m loving memories of her days baby, your content with just a teaspoon to play for hours while staring lovingly at Tom and me, and smiled sweetly at her sister.
The mummy“MUMMEEEEE” about to shake me out of my head. I’m Dolly, standing on the world map poster on the wall. “I live here,” he says, pointing to North America. “I will live here,” he says again, although the point of work, and continues to point to the United States.
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