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The Mill (part3) scary lady and the table.
My first Christmas at the mill we are all in party mood. The boss lays on a Christmas do with lots of beer and food. There is a girl that fancy me but she is loud and larey. I am only fifteen and I find her kind of scary. We all are having a good time had a few but I'm stable. Suddenly she jumps on me and we smash right through a table. Food and drink flew everywhere. My boss he got a soaking. In my office tomorrow lad, I knew he wasn't joking. So once again trouble had come to find me. As for the girl I said no way and put it all behind me.
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The Mill (part3) scary lady and the table.
The Mill (part3) scary lady and the table.
