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Born into Brothels

I hear a faint mewing coming from the bedroom of Lucia's daughter. We are at the home, not the brothel of Lucia. I lift back the pink curtain, and piled on top of their mother is a heap of new born kittens.
-- Amy Brown

Posted by Amy on January 26, 2009 07:18 AM |

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