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fleacasper's on my lap rifling through my wallet as i read friends. ("it's my money." they start so young.)
she sees a comment from cashmere. "that's aidan?" "no, that's owen." "He picked a flower?" "Yes." "His mommy let him?"
We go through the flickr photos of b.org babies together sometimes. She seems to find the squeakaboo especially cute - makes cooing noises.
must go: "mommy. let'd do fun things!"
she sees a comment from cashmere. "that's aidan?" "no, that's owen." "He picked a flower?" "Yes." "His mommy let him?"
We go through the flickr photos of b.org babies together sometimes. She seems to find the squeakaboo especially cute - makes cooing noises.
must go: "mommy. let'd do fun things!"