“Gah! Do we really need to?” Timmy complained as his babysitter’s hard hand slammed across his bottom. Squeaking out in pain, the boy shot a hand back to try and block the smacks. “I don’t want anything in common with her!” Timmy shrieked as his bottom was darkening up from the pain. With each thunderous smack that landed on his bottom, the once pale cheeks began turning as pink as his hat, maybe even darker.
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You can't keep a good dog down, or in this case, a bad cat.
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