Yakko's World: Chapter 14.3

“Oman. Can you come inside? We need to talk.”

Oman followed Cee into the house, stopping briefly to pull on his clothes. The woman settled herself onto the couch in the living
room and looked up at him.
“Oman, I’ve come to a decision…”

Oman closed his eyes forcing back tears and nodded. “I’d guessed that you were going to say that. Is there anything I can do to
change your mind? I don’t want you to go. I love you.”

“I know. And I love you too. But right now, love isn’t enough. And I have to do this for myself, I can’t keep sacrificing myself to
the altar of your selfishness and expect to survive.”
“I’m sorry. Gods, Cee, I am so sorry.”
“I know that too. Just like I know you didn’t mean for that thing to happen with Marina. But it did, and I can’t keep ignoring that
you aren’t ever going to marry me or even commit to me.”
“But I am committed to you!”

“No, you’re not. If you were, none of this would have ever happened.”

Oman nodded and looked away. “So what happens now?”
Cee sighed. “I take the kids and ask Lark if she can find a place for us to live. She should be able to find something affordable
since I’ll have to quit my job in order to take care of the kids.”

“You don’t have to leave, Cee.”
“Yes. I do. I can’t stand living like this anymore.”
“I get that. But you don’t need to leave, this is your house. I gave it to you. I’ll find somewhere else to go.”

“Oman…”
“It’s better this way. I mean. I don’t want you to leave but I can’t force you to stay. And I don’t want to hurt you anymore. Just
give me a few days to find someplace. And then, I’ll go and you don’t have to see me ever again.”
“Oman…”
“Just… just let me be a part of the kids’ lives. Please? I don’t want them growing up thinking that their father doesn’t love them.
I do. Gods, how I do.”
“Oman…”

“I can’t believe how stupid I’ve been. And I’m sorry. I really am. Just let me know if there is anything I can do to make things
better and I’ll do them. I promise.”
“Oman…”
“Yes?”
“Of course you can have a few days. As for the rest, we’ll have to see. I still love you and I still want you to be a part of our
children’s lives. I just don’t know how much yet. Is that fair?”
“I guess it will have to be. So where do we go from here?”
“Your guess is as good as mine.”
~*~

Back at La Fiesta Tech, drama of another kind was taking place. Surprise!Baby Frank had taken the college re-roll and ended up
as Romance with the LTW to woohoo 20 sims. Something he was vigorously pursuing.

“Shelby, have I told you that you are quite possibly the most attractive zombie I have seen.”
“Urrgggh?”
“You are, you know. Here have this rose to lay on your now empty grave.”
“Urrgggh!”

“The things I do to be happy.”

Several simselves volunteered to help Frank on his way. Much to his roommates’ disgust.
“Dude. You better be cleaning that out before someone else uses it.”
“No worries I don’t think anyone other than me will be.”

He even called up the women who he now vaguely remembered from the bachelor challenge in order to get one step closer to that
magical number of 20.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this, Ruby Mae?”
“Honey, I am more than okay with it. It’s been sitting in my want panel for a while.”

“Frank, I’ll be leaving now.”
“You do that, Lil Miss Belle.”
“I wasn’t addressing you, Star.”
“Nope, you weren’t. But in case you haven’t noticed, Frank is a little busy at the moment.

“Frank, are you sure that this is what you want to do?”
“What choice do I have, Noah? I can’t get a job or get promoted. And I refuse to not be happy because of this stupid challenge’s
rules.”
“But there’ve got to be other options.”
“Nope. I’ve checked. I can’t change my aspiration except at the college re-roll, which I took. After that, I am stuck. So I can
either woohoo 20 people or I can be miserable. Guess which one I chose?”
“What about that girl you are seeing?”
“Star? I haven’t talked to her about this.”
“You might want to.”

“So you’re just using me for Woohoo? You don’t care about me at all!”
“You’re right, I don’t.”
“I am not going to forget this!”
“It’s not like you’re a fucking saint, Chastity! I’ve met your kids that you had with your HUSBAND! Fuck, one of them was my
first kiss. You don’t get to be all high and mighty with me. You just don’t.”
“At least I was honest about what I was willing to provide.”
“Look, can you just go so I can wallow in misery in peace?”
“Goodbye, Frank.”

“Whoa! Watch the glasses.”
“Sorry. Are you sure Star will be okay with this.”
“She should be all things considered. You saw her at your creator’s wedding, macking on my man.”
“Yeah. I guess she did. So do you want to go to the photobooth?”
“Sure!”

“Frank! That was awesome! That was the best photobooth experience ever!”
“What. The. Hell!”
“Star!”
“What do you think you are doing? Both of you!”
“But Orikes said it would be okay.”
“I-”
“Miss Walton. Star. Please think before you say anything. You don’t want to say something you might regret later.”
“I hate it when you are right, history-britches. I am leaving. Expect to hear from me later.”

“Dammit. I did not come over to this world to watch the person I like mack on someone else. I just got over that, it wasn’t fun.
He’d better have a damn good reason or I am dropping his ass like he’s horse shit.”

“Hello, Frank, can you come over. We need to talk.”

“Star, I’m sorry. Ori said it would be fine. And if any one would know you, it would be your creator, right?”
“Oh she did, did she? I’ll talk to her later. But now I want to know why you needed to run around on me.”
“I wasn’t running around.”
“Oh? It sure as hell looked that way. The kissing. The photobooth. If that isn’t running around, then I want to know what is?”
“Is there someplace we can talk? I don’t want to talk to you on your sidewalk.”
“Fine, we can talk on the beach.”
“Lead the way.”

“I like to come out here and think. The waves are soothing.”
“I guess. So you want to know why I was kissing Ori.”
“To start. And depending on the answer, we’ll go from there.”

“I don’t suppose you’d let me get away with the short, short version.”
“Try me.”
“She’s just number on a page.”
“Nope, you’re right. I’m not going to let you get away with just that. Longer explanation now.”
“You aren’t going to like it.”
“I already don’t like it. The question remains if it is going to get worse.”

“Lark told me that she told you the rules of this place.”
“Yeah, she did.”
“Well, one of the rules is that there can’t be any promotions from the time that the first kids of Generation two are born until
the first kid of Gen three are born in the main house. That means that until whoever is chosen heir has a kid, I can’t get a
promotion. You follow?”
“Go on.”
“Well, when I became a teen, I decided that the one thing that would make me happiest in life would be to become a city planner.
But unless some act of god happened, there was no way I was going to get this want. Lark knew this and told me so that I could
take the college re-roll and hopefully get an aspiration that would lead to a doable lifetime want. I did some research on my own
and even some calculations to see if it were possible for me to just wait. And I found that she was right. So I took the re-roll.”
“And?”

“I rolled Romance.”
“Don’t tell me you want 20 Lovers?”
“No! No! Not that bad.”
“Then what is it?”
“I want 20 Woohoos.”
“That’s almost worse. At least with 20 lovers you can say there is some emotion behind it. With 20 woohoos, it’s like you are just
using these women.”
“Hey! It’s not like they don’t want it!”

“No. But is it what you want?”
“To be honest, I’d rather I didn’t have to go this route at all. But sometimes you have to make the hard decision. You taught me
that.”
“I did?”
“Yeah. When I had to choose between you and Mary. I knew that being with you wasn’t going to be easy. But it was something I
wanted to do. So about these women, I don’t love them. I doubt I will ever love them. All they are is a means to an end.”
“That is pretty damn harsh.”
“I know. But I never claimed to be nice. I don’t want to be whining my life away about what I could have had. I’d rather focus on
the future than dwell on things I can’t change. I can’t change that I am bound by the rules of this challenge. I can’t change that
I was born at a really crappy time. I can’t change my aspiration any more, even to get a better lifetime want. What I can change
is how I react to it. I am choosing to try to make myself happy even if it means that I need twenty sims to do it.”

“Why didn’t you talk to me about this?”
“Truth?”
“Always.”
“It wasn’t your decision to make. It was mine.”
“I get that. But it was something I wish you had talked to me about first. I can get that sometimes you need to make important
decisions on your own. But sometimes you have to think about how it is going to affect others. I’m not happy that you did this,
Frank. I’m not going to lie. But I can understand why you did it. I just don’t know if I can stick around and watch you stick your
dick in nineteen other doxies and not be hurt by it.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, Star. But what else can we do?”

“Have you considered bending the rules a bit? They’re only guidelines, anyway.”
“Maybe that is how it is your world. In mine, not so much. I want things to work out with you. I’d like to come home to you when I
finish college. But, I can’t be the kid I was in the challenge. I can’t be dependent on you or any girl for my happiness. I’ve got to
take charge and be content with who I am.”
“Do you think you will be?”
“Actually, yes. I do. I’m not nice and I don’t love these women. They’re more like appetizers before the main course. Something
to whet my appetite for something more meaty and juicy.”

“And what would that be?”
“Oh, I don’t know. At least fifty or more years with you.”
“Now you’re turning on that Romance sim charm.”
“I’m trying at least. I don’t want to hurt you. I really don’t. I don’t want to be my brother Oman and do stupid shit because I’m
indecisive and selfish. However, I think that in this case I need to be a little selfish. You don’t like it when I’m whiny. You won’t
like it if I am dependent on you. We need to partners and we need to both be individuals. To do that we both need to be happy on
our own as well as together.”
“Was that supposed to make sense?”
“It did in my head.”

“Boy, you suck at this explanation thing.”
“Tell me about it. The bottom line is this – you need to be happy and I need to be happy. I am happy with you but you won’t stand
for me to be with you all the time like some clingy toddler. So we need a plan B. This is Plan B. I woohoo 20 women and you do
what you need to do to make yourself happy before I move in here. Because once that happens, you’re going to be held to the
same standards as me.”
“So no promotions.”
“Nope.”
“So I’d better become a Mad Scientist pretty quick, huh.”
“Yep! Because as soon as I move in. Bam! No promotions for you.”

“So what you’re really proposing is this – I live my life and you live yours until we move in together. No strings until that point, but
after, marionette city.”
“Pretty much. Besides don’t tell me that you didn’t fool around in college.”

“Ha! That is a story far to lurid for your virgin ears.”
“Not so much of a virgin anymore. You saw to that.”
“So you’re saying that I created a monster man-slut?”
“Maybe? Or maybe after having a taste of you, I wanted to see if anyone else can live up to the standard you set.”
“And have they? Answer carefully otherwise you will never have another taste again.”
“No. They haven’t.”

“That, my Frank, was the right answer.”
~*~

“Orkney can I talk to you?”
“Narf! Sure! What can I do for my big brother?”
“Cee’s kicked me out I need a place to stay.”
“Egad! Why?”
“It’s a long story. Can I stay here?”
“Let me talk to Miss Fuzzy first. Where are you staying now? Poit!”
“With Cee, for now. She’s giving me a little time to find someplace to stay.”
“I see. I’ve got a birthday party to host. But we’ll talk, I promise. Narf!”

“Time flies by so fast, doesn’t it, Yakko? It’s like one moment we are changing their nappies and the next they are having babies
of their own.”
“I could have done without the potty training.”

“Just mind the toddler, Yakko. I don’t want any hiccups at this birthday and that includes candle burns.”

With that, the triplets and Israel grew up.
Apparently Israel decided that he was going to emulate his older brother, Oz, in fashion sense and his adoptive father in looks.

Lebanon was happy in her bad appleness. The pop-up says she was plat as did her portrait. The tickles, talkings, and snuggles
worked.

“Do I have to wear this?”
“No?”
“Okay good.”
Latvia was apparently not pleased with her growing up clothes.

Nor was Liberia.
“This sucks! I demand a do over!”

“Wooo!!!! Birthday!”
“Mother, I would appreciate it if you didn’t blow that in my ear. I need to talk to our director.”

“Miss Lark, I am begging you. Please do something about Liv’s illness. I have tried everything to no avail!”
“I can’t. Or rather I won’t. You and Liv made your own decisions about how you were going to live. Now you need to live with the
consequences of those decisions.”
“But I did not intend on this!”

“None of us did. I can’t see the future. I can only guide the present and I can’t change the past.”
“What kind of director-person are you?”
“The kind I have to be. Do you think I enjoy watching Liv and you suffer?”
“I think perhaps you do!”

“You’re wrong. You are one of my babies. Olive is one of my friends. This is hurting me just as much as it is you.”
“I doubt that!”
“Still. If I had some kind of magic lamp, I would make it all go away. But I don’t and I can’t. All I can do is tell you to keep doing
your best and hope that things work out.”
“That is horrible advice.”
“That is life.”

“Narf! I like the bubbles. Reminds me of Dad-doo.”
“You’re weird, Orkney.”
“Ha! That I am!”

“Congrats on growing up, tyke!”
“Higher!”
“If I go any higher, you’ll fly away. I don’t want that to happen to my little bro.”

“Am I really?”
“Yep! Dad-doo and Mum adopted you that means you’re my little bro.”
“And you’re okay with this?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? Family is family no matter what the age difference. I’ll always be there for you if I can. You can count on
that.”
“Thanks! Can you put be down now, I think I need to change my clothes.”
“What’s wrong with them?”
“They just aren’t me.”

New outfits found, the kidlets quickly began to show their personality. Liberia is a bit of a handful.

While Israel flitted about, getting to know his large family.

Lebanon explored her artistic side.

And then ran to ask her Grand-doo to admire her work. While Latvia found that chess only looks easy.

Yakko, as always, found himself surrounded by children.
“Dad-doo, can we play?”
“Sure! But why don’t you ask Latvia to play instead. I like my chess board, I want all the pieces there when I feel like cheating
someone and I’ve got a hunch that if she keeps on playing by herself that isn’t gonna happen.”
“Uh… Okay. Hey Latte! Wanna play!”
“I thought you’d never ask!”

“I’m gonna kill you dead, Izzy!”
“Are not!”
“Are too!”
“I’m immortal! You can’t kill me!”
“Can too! BANG!”

“AHHHH! You got me! I’m a goner! You’ve found my one weakness.”
“Oh yeah! Me and my Izzy killing bullets – we’re awesome.”
“Ugh!”
“Get up, Izzy! Let’s go again!”

“Hey! Isn’t it my turn to be the cop?”
“Nope! I want to shoot you again!”
“No fair! I’m gonna tell!”
“Fine! You can be the cop.”
“Bang!”
“Wha?”
“Bang! You’re supposed to die now.”

“Argh! You got me!”
“Ha! I did. You can’t escape my justice.”
“If you kick me Izzy, I will pour ants in your bed.”
“Hmph, fine. I’m bored. I’m gonna do something else.”

Israel walked upstairs and straight for the piano. His fingers ran along the keys teasing out a melody here a harmony there.
“This feels right,” he muttered to himself. “Now what was that song Dad-doo taught me? Lake Titicaca... Oh Lake Titicaca….”
“It’s between Bolivia and Peru.”

“Dad-doo. What are you doing here?”
“Can’t a father listen to his son play the piano and maybe sing along with him without getting the third degree?”
“It was just a question. I’ll go if I’m bugging you.”
“Israel, you aren’t bugging me.”
“Then why won’t you do anything with me?”
“Sit down, Israel.”
“Okay.”

“Why do you say that I don’t want to do anything with you?”

“Because you don’t. Mum has to tell you to do things with me and you keep telling me to play with other people other than you.”
“I—”
“Don’t you like me Dad-doo?”
“Of course I like you!”

“Then why don’t you want to do stuff with me?”
“I want to do things with you. You’re my son.”
“No, I’m not! I’m just some kid you felt sorry for!”
“Why do you say that? Who made you think that? I’ll drop an anvil on their head.”

“Nobody had to tell me! I ‘member my other Daddy. I ‘member the lady in black taking me away and bringing me here. I ‘member
you and Mum fighting about how you didn’t want to be a Dad-doo again. That you were too old. I ‘member lots.”
“Oh boy. I guess you do.”
“You and Mum are gonna die, aren’t you?”

“Yep, your mum and I are going to die.”
“I knew it. I’m gonna get taken away again by the lady in black, aren’t I?”
“Nope. You’re gonna stay here with your brother and nieces. No woman in black’s gonna come take you away again.”
“Oh. But you didn’t want me, did you.”

“I’m not going to lie to you, Israel. Adopting you was a bit of a surprise, but I’m glad we did.”
“You are? But why do you keep pushing me away?”
“I didn’t think I was. I was trying to make sure that you’re not too dependent on me or your Mum because I know we aren’t going
to be around for much longer. I want you to be happy here when we’re gone.”
“So you don’t hate me?”

“Hate you! How could I hate you? You’re the only child of mine that sings ‘Lake Titicaca’ after toddler hood.”
“That’s the only reason?”

“No, that’s not the only reason. I don’t hate you because I love you. Come here.”
“Okay.”

“You’re as much my son as any of your brothers and in some ways you are more special because you were a surprise.”
“I am?”

“Yep. I never thought I would have the chance to be a father again and then all of a sudden I got this wonderful surprise covered
in cheese and I got to have the one thing I didn’t think I would get again. You made that possible, Israel. How could I not love
you for that?”

“But what about all those complaints about you having to potty train me?”
“When you’ve seen as much poo as I have, you don’t really relish looking forward to more. And I thought living in a water tower
was bad. Let me tell you that triplets are infinitely more messy.”
“Dad-doo!”
“What? They are? Ask your brother, he’ll tell you.”
“Uhm-hmm.”

“So are we okay, Izzy? No more thinking that your dear old, and I do mean old, Dad-doo doesn’t love you.”
“Nope.”
“And no thinking that your Mum and me didn’t want you.”
“Nope.”

“That’s good.”
“So can you tell me a story, Dad-doo? One just for me?”

“Of course I can. Once, long, long ago lived a mouthy young man with his hungry little brother and their immodestly cute sister.
The three were quite happy causing mayhem and mischief all the live long day until one day the mean, old lord had enough. Some
say that the straw was that the little brother eating his last cheese ball, others claim that the cute one rebuffed his advances,
but what no one knows is that it was the mouthy one who really piss- I mean – cheesed the lord off. He used the power of his
words and told the lord the one thing that he didn’t want to hear – that no one respected the lord and everyone was laughing at
him behind his back. In a rage, the lord cursed the young man and his siblings, throwing them across the dimensions never to be
reunited in this life…”
~*~

“I sense a great disturbance in the force.”
“What the stock market’s going to take a header?”
“No… Much worse than that?”
“And you’re telling me this through a bear?”
“…Yes?”
“You’re a looney.”
“No, I’m a grand-doo!”

Indeed, Yakko was a grand-doo again because Fuzzy was going into labor.
“Hmmm? I could fancy a nice grilled cheese sandwich? What say you? Narf!”
“I say you’d better be helpful and not just lay there like a lump if you want to keep your bits on.”

“Is threatening my son really necessary?”
“YES!”
“You should have known that answer was coming, nurse. You did the same when you were in labor.”
“You’re right.”
“Of course, I am. I’m always right.”
“You always think you’re right. There is a difference.”
“Not in my head.”
“You two are not helping!!!”

“Can you just get on with it? We’ve heard the yelling. Now how about the spinning and twirling?”
“I’m getting to it old man.”
“Well get on it faster!”
“Maybe you’d like to do this? I’d be happy to pass this on to you.”
“No thanks, my knees. They aren’t as spry as they used to be.”
“Then shut up and let me do this my way.”

“Welcome to the family, Palau. With four girls your Daddy’s going to be busy when you all are teens.”

“Woo!!! We’ve got another baby! Narf! One more to go.”
“That’s what you think!”
“We aren’t like you Dad-doo.”

“You know we’ve got to have another one.”
“I know. Poit!”
“Do you want to do that now or later?”
“Later. Egad! I need to talk to you about something.”
“Talk.”
“You know how I have this brother, Oman. Narf! Well, he kind of got himself into a spot of trouble.”
“Oh dear. I think I know what is up. We will be talking more. A lot more. But not now.”
“Narf!”

“Dad-doo! Can you play catch with me?”
“Catch? Why do you want to play catch?”
“I dunno. Something to do.”
“Good reason.”

“Hold it! Hold it! What we need here are some ground rules. My old bones won’t be able to take too much abuse. So no whapping
the ball at your old man, got it.”

“Yeah, I got it. I promise to take it easy on you, you old wussy.”

“Wussy? Who you calling wussy? I’ll have you know that I am the whap champion of 1992!”

“Ouch! I thought you said to go soft!”

“Hey! I said to go soft on me! I never said I would go soft on you. Semantics: such a lovely thing.”

“Semantics, my butt. You’re just a cheater! What kind of father are you, cheating your own son!”
“Zero nice points.”
“You aren’t supposed to make sense. I’m done playing with you. You’re no fun!”

“Look, I’m sorry, Izzy.”
“Uh-huh. I ain’t buying it. You’re just a cheater.”
“Yep. But I’m also a winner. I do what I need to win. That’s something important to know, Izzy. If you don’t like the rules,
change them.”

“Argh! That doesn’t make any sense!”
“Sure it does. Your Mum and Me wanted a baby. We couldn’t have one because we were too old. That’s how we got you. The
rules said we can’t. I say we can. You see that?”
“I still don’t see why you needed to cheat while playing catch!”

“I didn’t need to cheat. But you’ve learned something really important haven’t you?”
“Hmmmm… I think so. That just because I play fair doesn’t mean that everyone else is going to?”
“Yep! So if you find yourself being the only one who is playing by the rules, change the rules.”
“Thanks, Dad-doo!”
“No problem.”

“Today’s the day, isn’t it director person?”
I wish it weren’t.
“It’s okay. I’ve had a good life. I still say that I should live forever, but that just isn’t possible is it?”
I’m afraid not.
“Well, time to eat drink and be merry for tomorrow I’ll be dead.”

“Catch me! Whee!!!”
“Yakko! What are you doing?”

“Don’t you love me anymore, Nurse?”
“Of course I love you, you loony. But why are you acting like this?”

“Does a man have to have an excuse to grope the hottest grandma ever?”
“With you, yes?”
“No excuses. Just boobie-grabs. Mmmmm… Nurse boobies! The loveliest sight on this earth.”

“I don’t know what you are on. But you are cuckoo.”
“But you love me!”
“I love you.”
“Good. Now can we get to the groping?”
“What is that?”
“Awww crap! They’re here!”
“Who’s here?”

“Just everybody. Sounds like someone is stealing our gnome.”
“Oh. We should go be gracious hosts.”
“I’d rather be ungracious with you.”
“Yakko!”

“Is it time, director-person?”
Yes.
“We’ve had a good go, Lark. No worries.”
“Just one last thing, please?”
Okay.

“Oh! That was some kiss, I feel funny.”

“Yakko? Why are you crying?”
He cannot hear you.

“Oh! I recognize you! Quite rude of you to interrupt our party. Couldn’t you have waited?”
Death waits for no man.

“Well, I’m not a man am I? Geez, and they say I’m unobservant.”
Jo Simself Warner your time is up. Come with me.

“No!”
You have no choice. But be comforted, you will have a fruity drink to take with you.

“Well, if you put it that way.”
Come.

And if that weren’t enough to make me feel bad, apparently Yakko was fearing Jo’s death.

“Well, of course I was director-person. She was me Nurse.”
I’m sorry.
“Just get on with it. I don’t like waiting.”

“Hey dad-doo? Did you hear, Oman totally cheated on…”
“Hold that thought.”

“What took you so long?”
You talking to me?
“Who else would I be talking to? Do you see anyone else with a big pointy scythe who steals away innocent old men’s wives?”
Was that supposed to make sense?
“No.”

It is time.
“For what? Bad Swedish accent day? I can do that.”
No. It is time for you to come with me.

“But I don’t want to! My momma taught me to never go with strangers.”
I have a fruity drink.

“Well since you asked so nice. Lead the way!”
The Australian woman will be happy to hear that, she really is quite pushy when it comes to her family.
“You’re telling me. Lead the way.”

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Like outer space and desertscapes and Himalayan eateries
From this bag here why I can pull most anything imaginable
Like office desks and lava lights and Bert who is a cannibal

You see in matters comical, unusual, and whimsical

We are the very model of cartoon individuals!

Goodbye Yakko and Jo Warner. You two will be very missed.
They were a lot of fun to play, write, and even read about. May you have all the dates, babies, and pranks you desire.
The water tower won’t be the same without you.
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Jo lived for 78 sim days and left money to 23 sims.
Yakko lived for 85 sim days and left money to 32 sims.
~*~
**I Am the Very Model of a Cartoon Individual by the Animaniacs

I think that is a good place for ending this bit. My hood is not doing well, and I’ve got to restore to a back up that does not have
some of the sims that have been introduced in these updates. Because of that, I will not be able to play as quickly and there will
be a few Fudging of things that have to happen. Mostly birthdays so we can live with that right?
I am sorry that it has taken me so long to get these out. I appreciate all of the comments I have gotten.
Until next time. Happy simming.

Yakko's World: Chapter 14.3

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