But before you can even run the monstrous baby girl grabs you up. Her sticky hands grasping you. She lifts you to her drooling snotty face and giggles, "Toy!" She manages to bark,
"NO! Kate! I'm NOT A toy!" you yell as loud as you can, but its useless, the little girl is already toddling down the hall with you in her grasp. She sits down on the floor of her room, she is exited about her new toy (Considering she has ruined all her old ones). To begin she..
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