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Via Destiny Groves Farm goat resort:
Dearest Woman,Please come get me. I am tired of That Cowboy snorting and sniffing me. I can’t get any peace. I am also tired of sharing my cookies. I almost miss you and I might discuss milking again.
Love,
Your Clover
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Posted by Suzanne McMinn | PermalinkDearest Clover,
Does this mean you have reconsidered your list of demands? If so, I will think about coming to get you sometime when I am not too busy. I almost miss you, too, and I might consider milking you.
Love,
That WomanP.S. I have pound cake. I hope it’s not all gone before you get here.
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