Vonnie Dooley

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  1. Unknown14 May 2017 at 13:41

    Greetings Vonnie, I have known your momma/keeper many years. I look forward to the day of our meeting. Perhaps one day you would like to peruse my loo as your momma before you to discover it's secret treasures. Until such a day may the grand and glorious Lord Kieran the Rejuvenator keep you.

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