The kid asked me to return to cuddle more after I popped in this morning, which is, as I’ve explaining in a previous post, an extreme honor. So I’m writing this next to the little snoozer, propped up among stuffies and pictures of handsome young men.
We drove out to Wayland yesterday after they’d heard how sad I felt during my visit on Valentine’s day. T…
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