I am the angelic darling of Baskerville Manor. Butter would not melt in my mouth (because I've scoffed it already).
Aaawww Mum! Why is there a gate here? What’s behind it? What are you doing? I wanna see what’s happening – c’mon… what’s that scent?
We’ve been waiting two days to find out -Pleeeaaasssssse tell us!
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