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July 18, 2010

Petulant Queen

Queen Munchkin here;

I might have to trade in Bob. Every morning I come into the room and politely wait for him to finish his cereal and give me the milk, but he keeps drinking it himself and telling me that I can't have milk any more because it makes me sick. I don't care about that, I just want my milk!

*pout*

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