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29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35. Missy's bottom was now bright pink and, I'm sure, tender to the touch. That was just fine. Four days when she was at the outdoor market she had seriously disobeyed our agreed upon rules. She'd purchased pastries, over stayed her allotted time by 35 minutes (hence the 35 … Continue reading Marketing Plug