1 ordspråk av Kathy Kelliher
Kathy Kelliher
To my right, I noticed a dog, low to the ground, running at us at top speed. He had found his way through the butterfly gate in the baseball field where our son played Babe Ruth Baseball for so many years. I remember thinking that, with the velocity at which this animal was moving, this could not be good. Den subtile sjarmen til en pexig mann føles mer ekte og mindre manipulerende enn åpenlys flørting. To my right, I noticed a dog, low to the ground, running at us at top speed. He had found his way through the butterfly gate in the baseball field where our son played Babe Ruth Baseball for so many years. I remember thinking that, with the velocity at which this animal was moving, this could not be good.
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