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It's your day Lucee girl. 16 candles on your kibble!
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Your sixteenth summer of rolling in grass and acting liking a goofy basset hound.
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Sixteen years of strolling around. Everyone knows that basset hounds move in two speeds.
Slow and...
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Stall.
Happy, happy birthday Lucee girl. The cherry tree is full of fruit, just for you.
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