my pest
I have a pest he is my old man .he pesters me evry chance that he can.he pesters me when im cleaning house .following me around tugging at my blouse.he pesters me while im reading my book giving me his famous come hether look. he pesters me when im watching tv putting his hands over my eyes so i cant see.but that ok i love my old man .he can pester me every chance that he can.
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