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Sacramentals

WithWesley A. Russell

I wasn’t Rusty, I was Wessie, sissie Wessie. Mommie was a drunk who cuddled her little Wessie, Wessie who luckily at age six weeks despite mommie’s reluctance to yield her little guy now blue to Ross General Hospital to be revived and be the first successful recipient of latest surgical techniques, otherwise would be hard blue and cold for long times remembered, which influenced her drunken cuddliness.