My Marshall... My Marsupial... Mr Wallaby. He is my ever so best friend. When another Marsupial tried to play with us, Marshall growled at him. I didn't know Kangaroos growled.
My sister and I sat on the beach in Maloolaba and watched the sun set. This girl was doing some sort of sundance (actually... she was trying to wash the sand out of her crocs).
Digging Wallaby. Or maybe it was a kangaroo. I am confused.
Marshall.
Someone who was not Marshall, and he was cute. And itchy.
Dragons aren't that scary.
My Marshall... My Marsupial... Mr Wallaby. He is my ever so best friend. When another Marsupial tried to play with us, Marshall growled at him. I didn't know Kangaroos growled. 
My sister and I sat on the beach in Maloolaba and watched the sun set. This girl was doing some sort of sundance (actually... she was trying to wash the sand out of her crocs).
Digging Wallaby. Or maybe it was a kangaroo. I am confused.
Marshall.
Someone who was not Marshall, and he was cute. And itchy.
Dragons aren't that scary.
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