Mallory is in another very goofy kinda special kinda mood! Nothing matches that she is wearing, not her hat, socks, or even the cowboy boots she claims she got from a goat farmer. She interupts me looking at Christmas cards and she doesnt want me to go anywhere at all. She plops her butt on my chest and insists i say put. She entertains herself quite nicely as special Mallory always could. I bargain with her that she can open a toy if she gets off of me, but she sits her full weight right back on my chest to open it. She plays with a snorting toy as I somehow manage the upper hand and sit on h...
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Mallory is in another very goofy kinda special kinda mood! Nothing matches that she is wearing, not her hat, socks, or even the cowboy boots she claims she got from a goat farmer. She interupts me looking at Christmas cards and she doesnt want me to go anywhere at all. She plops her butt on my chest and insists i say put. She entertains herself quite nicely as special Mallory always could. I bargain with her that she can open a toy if she gets off of me, but she sits her full weight right back on my chest to open it. She plays with a snorting toy as I somehow manage the upper hand and sit on h...