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Agent 6373

Ear, Ave u herd of a cow she goes by the name of 6373, an itch between her toe, she has horns the size of a pitch fork her udders are ready to go... Wait one minute so you can see I' ll fetch the Lantern for Mrs O Leary... You dashed about the factory looking for the oil kicked a Lantern over Chicargo burned to the soil.... You blamed it on the cow 6373 an itch between her toe horns the size of a pitch fork her udders ready to go .....

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Date: 9/1/2022 1:54:00 AM
Nothing worse than a cow whose udders need to be unburdened. Shame about Chicargo.
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Daisy Reilly
Date: 9/9/2022 11:38:00 AM
:)

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