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Lynn_L: me 'n my boy. north hollywood. sometime in the eighties.
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Lynn_L: otis
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Lynn_L: moz (rhymes with toes)
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Lynn_L: chelsea.
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Lynn_L: wally.
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Lynn_L: c'mon auntie lynn, can we play already??
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Lynn_L: well, after a few minutes i did give him the ball.
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Lynn_L: baby franklin has mastered the art of chasing his tail.
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Lynn_L: well, i can't say a great dane has ever sat on me.
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Lynn_L: and speakin' of doggies
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Lynn_L: trying to explain to stoli, the whole damn hell bathrooms concept
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Lynn_L: i'll be honest. i didn't know my face could do that.
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Lynn_L: sandy
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Lynn_L: Oodles of prairie dogs in the Badlands, all peeping at each other and running in and out of their holes.
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Lynn_L: yea, a chicken.
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Lynn_L: Spending the holidays with Augie. Augie Dog.
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Lynn_L: b
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Lynn_L: Seriously, you two. There are some things a girl wants to do in private.
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Lynn_L: J
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Lynn_L: the ever so fuzzy 'b'
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Lynn_L: C'mon Auntie Lynn, let me outta here!!!
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Lynn_L: Yea, the big guy does all the talking, but that little one. He's sneaky.
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Lynn_L: There's always a plan.
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Lynn_L: You wanna come in my pool? Pfft. I'll think about it.
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Lynn_L: His little bumper car
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Lynn_L: J joins in the dance. B sits this one out.
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Lynn_L: L wonders ..'why the heck does she make that beepy noise??'
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Lynn_L: Goodbye, sweet boy....
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Lynn_L: hello, my little friend
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Lynn_L: lady...get that frackin' camera out of my face...