The adorable Baby Goat moved her narrow ass into her own apartment today. Pay no attention to that weeping, wailing old Sicilian broad in the black dress standing in The BG's empty bedroom, sobbing as though her heart might break. Trust me, this is, BY FAR, the hardest gig in the world, my poppets.
"Standing alone at the top of the stairs, she breaks down and cries to her husband, 'Daddy, our baby's gone...'"
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