Coretta?What is it now, Bobby?
I don't want you to leave.
Oh, Bob...you know I have no choice. You'll be alright.
Well, why do you have to go all the frickin' way to Canada? Or is that where you REALLY go? Are you truly Canadian, or what?
We've been through this, Bob-o. Why do you doubt me? Is it because your waddle is so small?
Quit talkin' about my waddle! My mom says it's the perfect size for my age.... Don't go, Cor.
Wow! Look at the time! Gotta run, Bobby. I'll be back. Listen for my honk!
Godspeed, Coretta.
Later, Bob.
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And i'm be home in a blink of an eye with bells on my toes!!!
Loved the story :)
What a sweet story.
ah shucks, now I need a tissue to dry the tears
I gotta say sweet too, mooses and geeses make such sweet couples.
There is something wrong about all of this.
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