
Glenn, I don't know where you are! Every time I hear the elevator door open in the hall I think it's you... but it's not.
Where are you? Mom is so-o boring. All it is, is walking, walking, walking. Ball, ball, ball. Treats, treats, treats.
Won't you come play with me soon?
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