The Girl Who Thinks She’s a Bird was complaining yesterday that we “don’t have any food.” Booo Hooo. So I went over to Mrs. Hillbilly’s house to try to score some “food.” You know, the kind that doesn’t have dirt all over it.
Bartering with Mavis – How to Barter with Your Neighbors
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