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Jul 30
That is a goat.
His eyes have rectangals for pupils
It is now charging
Food in a tiny cup is extended in full fear
It hits you square on your arm
Because at four
That thing is massive
But it is super fun and we paid good money.
Now ride this elephant at the Circus.
Mom can't go.
She is too fat.
Bree
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Bree  42/Cisgender Female/Los Angeles
(42/Cisgender Female/Los Angeles)   
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