I told you. . .you belong in a castle. — Evette Davis
I told you. . .you belong in a castle. — Evette Davis
I told you. . .you belong in a castle. — Evette Davis
I told you. . .you belong in a castle. — Evette Davis
I told you. . .you belong in a castle. — Evette Davis
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I told you. . .you belong in a castle.

— Evette Davis
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