I was a little girl last night, running from room to room, being chased by two parents who looked like something from Leave It to Beaver, only blonder, and everytime they caught me in a room, I screamed and cried and stamped my feet.
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I was a little girl last night, running from room to room, being chased by two parents who looked like something from Leave It to Beaver, only blonder, and everytime they caught me in a room, I screamed and cried and stamped my feet.
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