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"Coffee? That's no drink for a growing boy like you," Isabelle tuts, as she pulls out a tube of rash cream. "Now listen dearie. The letter mentioned that you enjoy pretending to be a big boy, but I'm afraid we're going to have to set some limits from now on. Now hold still this will help your nasty rash." She squirts some cream into her hand and starts rubbing it into his red bottom.
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