Phones and bells have been put on mute, we talk in whispers.. while sleeping she looks so cute. Body is made of fur, her name is Pearl, tiniest lill thing I would put put my whole life into, it's her, she is my baby girl.
Few things arrive late in life. Some of them are like money: always welcomed. Others are like measles: take their own toll. Lemme check if blogging makes me rich or sick...
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Great work.
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