Last summer I escorted a bunch of big BalloonyAngel prints into my back yard. It was a bright sunny afternoon and I was all alone with them. I must admit that I wasnt very nice. Spreading an old quilt out on the ground I just began sitting on some of the big unique prints one at a time. They were tough balloons, but I was tougher!
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Last summer I escorted a bunch of big BalloonyAngel prints into my back yard. It was a bright sunny afternoon and I was all alone with them. I must admit that I wasnt very nice. Spreading an old quilt out on the ground I just began sitting on some of the big unique prints one at a time. They were tough balloons, but I was tougher!