
...so of course, I called her Neptune the entire time we were there. It's just one of the stupid things I did to make my sister laugh. It worked.
And if you look closely, the moment I took the picture, she had a visitor...atop her crown.
And if you look closely, the moment I took the picture, she had a visitor...atop her crown.

Looks like there was a little present left on her bosom, too. See? After that, being called Neptune doesn't seem so bad, does it?
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