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What hap­pens to me if this slip­per fits? I turn you into a hand­some frog.

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Judith McNaught
Age: 80
Born: 1944
Born: May 10
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San Luis Obispo
California
Hands
Slip
Fits
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Fit
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Frog
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Frogs

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