KokaneeCowgirl
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When I was four I stabbed my brother in the leg with a fork. I still remember that incident rather fondly.
When I was thirteen, my mother got remarried and they saved a portion of their cake for their first anniversary. I ate it and blamed the brother I'd stabbed.
When I was thirteen, my mother got remarried and they saved a portion of their cake for their first anniversary. I ate it and blamed the brother I'd stabbed.