…or maybe Hugo called her. Anyway, I succumbed to the screechy siren call of the she-Weston.
And then they talk…
And then they talk some more…
Dawn has put on her big-girl panties and is telling Jared about upcoming events.
Jared just messed himself.
Hugo Frenchie, here I come!
And in spite of Jared’s cranial viscosity, there are occasion bright spots. Well, at least to a turnip like Dawn.
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