I love my family.
I hate being sick.
The honesty of a five-year-old delights me: Hi Ashley! I'm really glad to see you!
Asha, I'm really glad to see you, too.
More later, once my throat stops feeling like a cat's scratching post.
I hate being sick.
The honesty of a five-year-old delights me: Hi Ashley! I'm really glad to see you!
Asha, I'm really glad to see you, too.
More later, once my throat stops feeling like a cat's scratching post.
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